Beauty's Coat

This world betrayed will seek a sense of scorn As beauty's coat has been torn and tattered And to this deed some will not cry or mourn To fortunes sought, those it never mattered No claim made or glorious morning found To shine upon such a desolate place When such conceit lays waste to cherished ground Now stripped of life, pictures cannot replace And will those fortunes made, at beauty's cost Merit such gifts as desolation left As the scales are weighed to what's made, what's lost From men of power with their prideful theft A coat of beauty once covered the land To concrete fields the horizons command contest 235 11/7/16