Triumphantly men came to gold,
Lives were captured, battered, sold,
Deep within the soul stayed quiet,
Waiting for its time to riot.

But never did a chance it get,
While rivers ran with sand and grit,
Men bent doubled, sifting life,
Burying heart, bearing strife.

Cities built, land torn apart,
Domination from the start,
Foundations grainy, dust and earth,
Fighting hard for all their worth.

Society came rising,
Culturally downsizing,
Revolution changed the view,
Real power simply watched and knew

That times show changes, fortunes made,
But everyday the same is played,
Everyman in word and deed,
Selling soul for needs perceived.


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