Ravaged

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!

And where do the tombs rest now?

In the land of the greedy, the violent

in the land of the weeping

I am the ravaged exile!

The ravaged land of the tricked

and the ravaged heart

of the fool.

©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh 

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