The Deception

Sands of all kinds of gold

The laughter of children and the smoking of chiefs

 

Elders gather to talk philosophy

Men fight in want of thee

The Champions.

 

Women of illustrious beauty

full lips and hair to match

 

Loud booming voices

bosoms blossoming with wisdom and love.

 

Oh my place.

 

A scornful look upon his reflection

She is inadequate, not worth fighting for

 

Flowing locks as straight as the lips of their conquers,

when they were conquered, they still did not fill

 

Toil in a foreign land

hard ground

Cold Ground.

 

The warriors now war against one another

Preferring to serve the ideas of another

 

The gold has left them

And the grey has overwhelmed and become them.

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