I look about me, and behold
How all is changed: The sound and sane,
The kind, the true, the hale and old,
That once made strong the features plain
Of life, are cast in other mold,
That bears the stamp of greed and gold
A god unclean, who drags a chain
Of jewelled lust, which men call Gain,
Binding their hearts to all that's vain,
That God at last for punishment
Shall curse with woe and discontent.
The New God
Madison Julius Cawein
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Poem topics: greed, life, lust, plain, strong, chain, true, gold, sound, mold, gain, god, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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