Silently empty the room stood still
quietly watching the man and his will.
Judging his family and spreading his wealth
noticing sadly the greed and the filth.
Wanting through nothing the fighting began
when many slight lambs were then so condemned.
Not with their fists but with their words and their lies.
The words were absurd as were the gleams in their eyes
The man with his money knew not what to do
when his family was fighting they had not a clue.
He thought about what could be done to resolve
the problems that had come from his saddening call.
Come the next morning he knew what to do.
The man with his money had come from his gloom.
Nothing was to go to those who had come
with greed in their eyes. What had they become?
Can you see memories of forgotten seas? Or maybe the images of ridiculous dreams? That that's seen but hardly keen. Those deeply meaning feeling things.
-Jacob D. Lujan
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