Dark Gold

DARK GOLD


Underneath I suffer,
I wear a cloak of pretending around me torn.
No one can see me through it but me.
When I dare to look,
to see me, I am forlorn.
Sometimes in the corner of my vision I see ghosts of days passed.
Vanished in an instant.
My vision of who I am is lost, as bombs fall over other lands,
the diaspora crumbling beneath us.
As we watch and do nothing.
Tyrants abound and astound us, including our own leaders.
We have blood on our hands as we always have.
The lies unfold from their lips, truth untold.
They make us fear the unknown,
when they are the ones we should fear, their lies grow bold.
Greed unfolds like a billowing cloud as they rain out their hate on us.
The land withers and dies
and babies cry and die from bombs dropped with malice and no thought.
Life is cheap to them, their only lust is for the dark gold.
With no care for humanity,
their souls already sold,
to the devil's hold.
Their truth unseen as the lies unfold.
If you see them for a moment,
see death take hold.