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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