Diamonds Are Forever
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Diamonds are Forever
(Black Diamonds in Africa,
acquired in the Orange River)
Shinning rocks on the ground,
fallen stars from heaven...
or so they appear.
Men willing to live, and to die,
for just a piece of the pie,
a slice of the moon,
until the tune,
turns dark, ugly,
and unreal.
Feel the money in your hands,
the dreams that spin outward,
while killing those you love
inwardly.
Wars between the haves and the have not's,
that take the form of hunger and thirst.
Black rocks, tumbling by
in the shallows
when the river is high,
but only slowly
when it is not on the go.
Swim and feel the stones,
the cold stones,
that lead to the path of destruction.
Too many worth too much,
or not enough.
A monopoly in the mud,
a kingdom in the dirt.
Forever will you hurt the land,
and the people...
who try to stand against the men,
that got there first
and own everything
that never belonged to them.
It is a sin.
(Diamonds are just rocks. There are enough held in secure places to flood the market. They would be of no value at all if that happened.)
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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