Pure Black Diamond
deep in the bowels of the earth
this treasure is found,
dug out by the men
who work underground,
they crawl and hack to fill the store
waiting for the call, mind your heads
as a blast is used to loosen more
this black diamond.
In the mining area in the valleys nearby
many a child had no father to give,
lost in the pit in an explosion, they cried,
many men lost so others can live.
the commodity they dig for
you will recognise am sure,
the black diamond I write about
is.... coal....shiny and pure.
penned august 3 2016
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