The Pot Of Gold At The End Of The Rainbow Poem by RIC BASTASA

tonight she takes us to Dubai
the place where new dreams are woven
from sand

they left the lands of their birth
to work in the land where
the color of gold is black

my friend writes:
the pot of gold is found right here

come, come and be with us
there is nothing in the land where you live

the promise is broken
there is no token

come, come and be with us
let us partake of this sadness

from the sand and sun of Dubai
you must say goodbye.