Racketeering

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”

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