The Seed

Greed a seed that spouts selfish roots
They feed on what others bleed, growing isolation's shoots
Leaves that deceive, compassion lost in shade of insensitivity 
Withers stem's part, containing the heart of collectivity

Misunderstood the good of individuality
Values like leaves fall, in lust's sprawl of brutality
Plagued by leaf's rust of lack of trust, fallen branches of faith
No blossom bloomed, its fruit consumed as hope turned a wraith