Gold Fever

Newly discovered wealth brings excitement. Search for wealth creates gold fever. It's an urge and excitement caused by a gold rush that drives lives crazy. The gold fever makes lives of many imperfect as it spoils people from within.

Contagious than sunlight,

Dirty are not yellow stains.

Count on gold interest,

Lead a way to plenty.

Eyes never stop to wonder,

Life is a time of gold gains.

Sparkling stones know no order,

Stumbling great and vulgar minds.

Mines mass golden,

Ridden men and women,

Rushing to where it's gold,

It's youth to the old.

 

Who fears darkness suffers beauty,

Hangover blow on the rocky stones,

Gold on claws of light,

Hanging on gold mines.

Craving to have it all,

Much spoils taste,

Much gold is gone,

Walking near a pitfall.

Sleeping on the call,

A mind call to action,

Resisting is slow,

A year eats a second.

Ego for gold drive,

Chained in need of more.

A vulture to eat like a dove,

A dove to fly like an eagle.

A wound salted to sour,

When the night is still young,

When the blood is pure,

Gold when the day is young.

 

My body is a kingdom,

Wishing to belong where they don't,

For gold selling the kingdom.

Later regretting after wronging.

Purging yellow scent,

Flaps shredded wings,

To sew my tattered pants,

Through pain to emancipation.

Reading again the days of my life,

I see an age of golden perfection.

Which erases the staining strive,

Reviving toiling and feasting.

--- by D.W.Kadete