The Green Disease

 

The green disease is spreading,

Don't know when it started from,

Millions have have fallen,

All most everyone's got some,

They hardly know it's a disease,

Poor souls, It might be the wrath

Of them old trees, that ceased,

The green disease is spreading.

The green disease is spreading,

It hardly needs a vector,

Because people don't run away,

It's something they work for,

It's starts off as a thing,

With a most essential value,

It seems to serve you,

It then gives you this Euphoric high,

A sense of delight,

Makes you wanna try,

A mirage of a better life,

But slowly the symptoms starts showing,
A tiny vortex within you Blows,

steadily grows,

It has to be fed,

Need turns to greed,

Once you worked for a roof and bread,

Now for the paper in green,

Some pieces of lead,

And numbers on a computer screen.

The disease is spreading,

It's bound to have casualties,

All the weak one's who couldn't please,

The vortex's greed,

They are either hunted or left behind,

As the green disease latches on to someone better it could find.