The Death Of Black Gold

Death stalked the valleys with a twisted smile

Reaping vengeance on the belligerent

Iron will of devastation could not be turned

Stamping hooves of the acolyte stifling resistance

And in a thousand valley homes

Black stained rivers ran on the faces of the broken

Tears for the death of a life in the dust filled depths

The seams of black gold will echo no more

Villages fell and communities died in the night

All at the sweep of Death’s sharp blade

Slicing through years of mis-managed neglect

With no thought to the lives and worlds to be forfeit

The wheels of their world turn no more and lie silent

Deep dark shafts echo with the bitter cries of the past

Black gold remains but is left untouched in the dark

Still the tears fall for the lives they once had

And in a thousand valley homes

Across villages throughout this great land

Effects of the blade cut deep and are never forgotten

As dreams became forfeit at the stroke of the blade

Black gold now comes from lands far afield

Bought on the cheap back of slave labour rates

Shipped in dark holds at a cost our own

And villages weep as they crumble and die

© Fergus Martin

Apr 2013