That greedy glint in the eye of the fooled, the eye of the lost
my heart left in the home of the tricked
What does it take for them to wake up?
to stop selling their fortunes
for the land of milk and honey, the land
where the streets are paved in gold
the lies told to lure them
What will it take before the tales
of fools are replaced with the folklore
of the ancient, the contentment of the
indigenous? What will it take for the
mad hatter to end his greedy voyages
into the hearts of the innocent?
I am ravaged like the forests of the Amazon!
Ravaged like the tombs of Egypt!
Where do the tombs rest now? In the land
of the greedy, the violent, in the land of the weeping.
I am ravaged like the exiled
ravaged like the land of the tricked
ravaged like the heart of the fool.
© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.