The Selfless Quest

There is very little now
Left of it all
Very little not taken
By those with disregard
Nothing at all of the selfless
Nothing to intertwine
And make better the frey
No further intermingling
Of the lost with the giving
What already not taken
By force
By guile
By influence of imposition
Letting suffer the meek
The crush of the weak
Let tangle the lies
With the subtle attrition
Reducing us all
To the lowest common
Selfish bile