On Cash For Gold
All day long I read but cannot tell
Which would I bring back
Or what moor's good could they do now
Who did not prevent the coming of hell.
Back and forth, back and forth
And always back again
We go to history and find no gold
Like conquistadores, only pain.
I want to call Elijah,
Or Jeremiah,
But not again poor Columbus
Stranded on a beach in his humanity
Not again the Inquisition's chain
Or Cortez insanity.
Cash for gold, cash for gold, cash for gold
Young boys in abbreviated trousers cry
And I could not tell the difference
Between the hunger and the plunder
Lost, lost everyone
And no Carmel to halt the blunder.
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