The Natives Plunder

Jewels covered the earth, And gold paved the streets. Like an Eden amongst Eden’s. And fruits grew everywhere, Even in the sea and the air. Words like baron and land, Never touched skin, or formed words together to touch the lips of natives. Natives that planted and deeply rooted there feet’s unto the soil, And whose hands stretched towards the sun like flowers. Then the roots of the natives, That where so deeply rooted. Left the soil and started picking jewels, From left and right, they started hacking away at the golden streets like mad mans. They even sold their soul for the gold, Then in reverse, they sold gold for others soul. Then there eyes blinded by greed was set, On the most precious jewel of them all. The blue gem, Which they all sought to plunder.