Fool's Gold - The Price of War

The excavators are all out, digging deeper into my soul Scavenging to find the last remains of gems, oil or gold My life is put aside, as they only search things of worth With all my resources of any value taken from my earth Every precious element, from within my body is sucked Every morsel of emotion, as from my rich heart plucked My eyes blackened, with my emotions turning to stone As gone are all the things, that were only to me known I stripped of all reason, my thoughts turning cold as ice There the cutters into my memories, continue to splice Death would seem more amicable if only it was allowed No part of me was left, nothing sacred left un-ploughed As precious elements sold, to the highest bidders found And my life forces turning into ashes I fall to the ground I but lost to the dust that you down tread with your feet Lived in my own defiance but lost out to my own defeat Thus all the angels lamented and the heavens did weep Gone am I as in forgotten, but my soul never does sleep War brings out your worst enemies other than your foe As your aiders reap your wealth before they leave to go You left my people in the sidewalks without any shame My nation made of people more worthy than your gain As I reminisced on my soul stolen, then so cheaply sold Little did you know, you only stole what was, fool’s gold