Gold is not the giver of true pleasure—
It offers to the naive soul
The semblance of a worthy goal,
But fails to deliver a lasting treasure.
Jurisdiction in the fate of others,
Although it does appeal to some,
Begs the question of what will come
To those who harm their sisters and their brothers.
The sacrificial pursuit of a name
May result in a pleasing fuss
And still ignore the obvious,
The truth unwelcome—that we are all the same.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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