The Mountain of Avarice

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the mountain
blood spilling down its jagged cliffs
tragedies unbound scaling the peak

i tried to warn others
not to climb this vicious monster
that to ascend these rocks will only descend
the soul

few have listened

i began shouting at the mountain itself
raising my fist and my voice in dissent
desperate pleas for a change in structure
but the mountain
does not move

so i merely walked around
continuing on my path
knowing that when my journey ends
there will still be blood upon the mountain
but it will not mine