A poem on the intricacies of men and greed. |
There was once a small Lonely and joyous village Whose inhabitants lived Carefree and peacefully. The smiths made jewelry, The potters made pots, The children played and ran; Everyone was happy and going about. The trees with their beautiful leaves Started making Autumn noticed Their fiery leaves seen by all Caused the villagers to gasp in surprise Alas, like all happiness It had to end. So came a proud officer Wearing a shiny coat. He told the villagers to go to war To the east of the village The officer said he would give them their money Only when the war was done. The villagers had a feeling They had never known It was slick and sly greed The men's eyes only saw gold. Sure of their victory, They all felt happy, not grim Gathering every man fit to fight They had not a clue of what was awaiting them. They told the shiny-coat officer That they'd go to war if they got their pay The officer kept his word, but, For three weeks doom hung over the village Without extra help, crops withered Food was scarce so children starved The women pleaded to the officer to send back some men Being an officer he told the women the truth These men cannot come for they have all died Bravely on the battlefield The women mourned for twelve days and nights As morning came, two thoughts wormed into their minds They would never see Those courageous men again, Secondly, that the gold would never be theirs. It was a lesson well learned... |