Greed

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I used to have dreams, like everyone else. Dreams of a paradise with rivers flowing, glistering through the bright hills, reflecting the blueness of the sun filled sky. They say that places like this used to exist before. They speak of skies which blended from pinks to reds through to orange, yellow and finally blue. They speak of plants all shades of green, all shapes. Flowers all colors. They say the country was like this in some places as far as your eyes could see.

In other places, they tell us of buildings that reached higher than anything that existed, packed so tightly together that people walked like sheep through streets. Yet in these dreary streets lived little gems. A jazz club where the music was so sweet it could make you slip into the dream state. Theaters full of talent, full of story and wonder. Schools buzzing full of learning eager students and so many more wonders. I personally don't believe this, but they tell us of a place, not a real place, where you could share anything, do anything from a small box not even that a small book like thing. You could talk to people face to face from the other side of the world. This myth has many names, the internet, the web, the net, the inter-web.

It wasn't appreciated though, from this place evil grew. People lay dying staving on the streets while men with more money than they could use lived peacefully, happily, greedily in their high penthouses. These greedy people held the balance of the world in their hands, they destroyed lives, separated families, broke hearts, even killed. They were the ones with their hands on the button of death.  These people were the ones who had everything handed to them on a plate, they may have worked hard for it in the beginning, or not, but eventually they forget this and forget the struggle. They forget how hard life is. Yet they were the ones who had control of the lives of people who had to work for a meal.

My Grandma was the only older person who talked like this. She believe in the truth, never sugar coating for the kids. Every night we would gather round her, nieces, nephews, brother sister, friends, and listened. She never said she was the worst off, but she certainly wasn't rich. Despite this any spare money went to friends, animals or people in need. She told us, that when she was our age, the greed was there but she fought against it. It took years, but it was possible.

She was one of the only ones who fought though. Soon the evil grew and the rich gained more and more power. It was bound to happen one day, that day they slipped. They failed their 'duties' to protect us. In barely a week, this paradise was gone.


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