However did gold turn into black asphalt
leaving us dreamless and naked to reality,
pretty bobbles shiny and flawless
are what we seek.
It is not for the sport we strive
it is for the almighty sign of green,
icons revered, line pockets with payment,
but do not resemble heroes.
The apple twice bitten browns with greed.
We need to get back to basics,
as we grow to become haters of self.
Down a narrow path we travel
covered with thorns of ignorance,
blood trails are to be followed,
until the discovery of the less fortunate
is made while escaping our own scars.
Angels we are not, just mere mortals,
searching for guidance in a concrete jungle.
Thundering skies are growing near,
hopefully lightning will shatter the wall,
a wall of wealth surrounds our souls.
24KT black asphalt leads to a house of white,
special interests control reigns of power.
Gold glistens like a messiah adorned in Levi cloth,
saviors seeking saving from raiders,
of our very secret dreams, the American way.
Fear sees the true path of our salvation,
From Wall Street, to Texas oil fields, to Washington.
A triumvirate of sorts.
This rules America from behind closed doors
owning all that is gold,
except that one last drop of sweat,
that tastes so sweet upon the lips.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1993
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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