Not With Gold

Originally posted 4/10/2013.

Some have, some have not.
Those who have, keep;

those who do not have
do not know they likely never will.

Occasionally someone who doesn’t have
will be allowed a taste

via lottery number, a great arm,
a pleasant singing voice.

They let you think
you can get some too — 

hard work, they say, hard work
will do it and anyone can rise;

but not anyone rises.
Those allowed to rise do,

and those allowed to rise
learn how to keep

the little they’re
allowed to keep.

Your job is made to leave you
jealous and striving.


Your leisure is a stunted ration
of your small time here

and when you come home
to cradle that son or daughter,


you whisper that it will be
better for them —

but it likely will not be.
All that gold

will blind them as swiftly
as it blinded you.

Everyone thinks they’ll be rich someday.
Everyone thinks it’ll be better someday

while the oil runs out,
the seas lift from their beds,

the bridges fall sooner rather than later.
The whirlwind spins a noose over our necks.

Some of you still think love
will make it better.

You will be fooled again and again
into believing that love will win.

Love cannot win
in the long sunset of this age.

We have exhausted ourselves.
Love is nothing more than a gesture now.

You’ll still sit back and say it was better once.
You’ll imagine a time when love was enough.

But love has never been enough
to conquer this.

What’s always been needed
is a terrifying justice. 

Gaia is preparing
a terrifying justice:

one swipe of her hand,
and we are gnats full of blood

who cannot rouse themselves
to fly.

You want a golden age?
Get rid of the gold

ahead of that sweeping hand.
Learn to fly for your life.

Land in something new.
It will not be called America.

If when you land you want to try love,
then by all means try it,

but do not expect it
to grow in this soil


so full of gold,
blood, and lies — 

not without
a cleansing fire.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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