Fool's Gold
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 . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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