they gave you a face that lied
the beautiful good-by to the innocence
lost to the massed screaming frenzy of that lying
god of gold,
you became a puppet of their money machines.
never knowing yourself.
lost in the frenzy of feeding sharks,
ripping out pieces of your life to fill their
you disappeared forever,
a lonely little boy wanting only love.
then they dragged you even out of the grave
to make a few more bucks.
i wish i could have held you.
for just being a little boy
and not a god.
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