Forum Post: A Poem

All that shines, dollars and cents, won't have these hearts within their tents. Voice of sorrow face of pain, forgotten lives that speak again. Sounds of battle, drummed up wars, sleepless nights outside these stores.

In the shadow echos call, 'I've got mine' behind the Wall. America's daughters and all your sons, worshiped power and grabbed their guns. Wherever gold and silver rule, there you'll find another fool.