Gold Poem by Nez Nut

Its the thing that shine
it screws up your mind
makes you salavitate
and you suddenly hate
the people around you and the people that loves you
the hate and the greed
makes you need
need the gold
the bright shiny gold
gives you money but looses ur honey
looses ur friends and looses ur family
the people that you need
compared to the money that you heed
the unauspicious need to heed the greed of the golden colour seed
the plea for freedom of choice
without the pullin hate of the next generations fate
that lies in the hands of a dirty goldminer
who chanced upon the luck of his life
the gold of his life
the change that he needed to stop the diggin
the heartbreak to finally stop brushing
the coal and the dirt and finally get something
a mountain full of gold ready to be melted and made to bars
and then sold off and wasted to bars
but the goldminer did not mind what he chanced upon in his mine
as he poured dirt over and took his shovel away
'family and friends is all i need' he says
and he took his empty pail away