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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This poem is about nations that are secretly stripped of their resources under the banner of war eg: war is never engaged unless a country have the resources of oil - gold - diamonds and other more worthy precious elements - once stripped of such, their countries are then abandoned and their people left to their own demise . . . FOOL’S GOLD The excavators are all out, digging deeper into my soul Scavenging to find the last remains of oil, gems & gold My life is put aside, as they only search things of worth And all my resources are left nothing short from dearth Every precious element from within my body is sucked Every morsel of emotion is from my rich heart plucked My eyes blacken as my feelings begin to turn to stone All gone are all the things that were only to me known I, stripped of all reason, even my mind is as cold as ice As the cutters into my memories continued their splice Death would seem more amicable if only it was allowed No part of me was left, nothing sacred left unploughed As precious elements sold to the highest bidders found And all of my life force is but ashes, I fall to the ground All but lost to dust, that you down tread with your feet Lived in my own defiance but lost out to my own defeat Then all the angels lamented thus the heavens did weep Gone am I as in forgotten but my soul never does sleep The dust clouds gathered as my own revenge is sought As you choked no remorse was given, not once thought As I reminisced on my soul stolen then, so cheaply sold Little did you know, you only stole what was fool’s gold “It is the people of one’s own nation that are its own true wealth” Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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