There are tears for things
That we don’t give away
A pause of breath as we
Save sentiments
Yet upon the coffers lie
An excess of counterfeit
Songs and music worth
Their movements in gold
Still, the greed to keep
What’s sweet lives on
As sicarios in the sun
Who can’t have enough
Denying the innocent who
Don’t solider for share
A greed that whips seeker
Souls into frenzy
To see from mezzanines
At last and finally
Lobbies flush with gold
Records of cherishables
Treasures to not let
Perish to the devil
Those sicarios battle
Called amnesia
“A duel of high wagers”
Consume Reality! 