Unfurled in truth
History sure shows
The trail of human ego ...
A litter of avoidable collisions
Net spun of blood and humiliation
Foreclosing paths, vulgarly appease
Riders menacing, mounts trampling on peace
The village is scarlet
Of unrequited haste
Good besieged for goods
By yellers incompassionate
Sabotaging hopes of simple folks
The world mute to gasping sobs
The world mute to gasping sobs
Deafening stampede, cause common turn
Marauding fires in which visionaries burn.
But the vision lost, it is now revealed
Remains intact 'thout yielding an inch
With millions subscribed to internet feeds
Across the world, the stiff - heads heed
The marching steps sounding peace :
' The gold is still with us, dear
In our hearts, same as ever !'
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