Greed

Disdain for those that prey on others.

Entitled by birth
So sure of his worth
A spawn of the upper crust seizes
Most any and all
Nay modest or small
His share of whatever he pleases
From a child to a man
The little prince can
Never enjoy what he sees is
His mountain of stuff
Though never enough
Claims his soul while he oversees it.
That quest for the till
That vast want unfilled
Binds the man to the thought that he needs it
The substance he craves
Though his being depraved
Will be free only when he concedes it.