Blood Diamond
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More souls were lost amidst that jeweled pit
Than all that had been giv'n to wars pro tem
For those who harbored each new crystal bit
Ran red and stained the facets for each gem
Poor barter brought a third world's fragile fit
Man stripped of honor from the earthen hem
Meant flesh and wills to delve the jungle mud
Bent backs in lust to wash their crop in blood.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Rima Ottava" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
( Ten syllables per line counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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