Harvest Time

He was the nameless one
He came from beyond the mountains
He drifted from across the sea
He was silver tongued and impeccably attired
He was gregarious and affable
He wrapped warm fingers amicably around others
He placed pursed lips on silken baby’s skin
He smiled in irresistible, beguiling fashion
He shook the world with his “conservative” voice
He watched, disaffected, as millions died
He walked on humanity, feet never touching the ground
He preached the gospel of prosperity
He castigated those unable to climb the mountain
He berated and belittled those drowning in the sea
He was evil incarnate, the spawn of Mankind’s debauchery
He was everything and nothing, the last thought before sleep
He lived at the pinnacle of mans dreams and the depths of their depravity
He fed on suffering and sold it as salvation
He belched malfeasance and re-packaged it as ambition
He claimed a divine guidance and reverence for the Earth
He was the envy of malevolent men and wanton women
He seized the world and squeezed, and when he was satiated
He departed…over the denuded mountains…across the sullied sea
He still had no name…those who knew him…simply called him… “Profit”