A Sure Treasure Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Who can tell just when or why
Nations rise and fall
None predict the day and hour
None fate's march forestall

Some will rise like meteors
crowning themselves king
some will kill and maim with power
and much sorrow bring

Yet as millstones slowly grind
thus long years and times
justice and redemption bring
to all erstwhile crimes

To the victor come the spoils
so the warlords say
yet when gold has turned to dust
coins of faith will stay.