Traveling

I am traveling;
I am in a bus
Heading to a different city;
Long is the journey;
And what is worse,
It’s a most tiring one;
Potholes everywhere,
Bumps here and there;
This is the fate
God’s creation has;
Because of greed
That fills many hearts;
Take away greed
The world will be fine;
But how do we do that?
The golden question.

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