Thirst Of Greed

This poem explores how greed and the loss of empathy can strip away our humanity. Written as a response to a world where people turn on each other, the poem reflects on betrayal, emptiness, and the haunting cost of selfishness. It’s both a personal expression and a quiet protest against the way compassion is fading in today’s world.

People are thirsty for their own flesh,

We feasted on each other's dread, and started to care a little less.

Our hands are stained with life long sins,

The hunger for more that's where it begins.

The struggle to recognize the reflection in the mirror,

Their eyes betray to know them a little clearer. 

People are thirsty, and we are the prey, 

In a world where compassion has withered away.

People are thirsty for human blood,

All our hope is dead, no one is beloved. 

Once we held hands, now we hold knives, 

Piercing through the rest of our shattered lives.

People are thirsty, and we bleed, 

Empty hearts and cold spirits of greed.

Our own soul haunt us, a truth we can't flee, 

In this desolate place, we are both captor and free.

About the Writer: Urvashi is a high school poet who writes about identity, grief, and the quiet unraveling of humanity. Their work often blends emotion with social commentary, using vivid imagery to explore the darker sides of human nature.