A Fool's Dinner Poem by Sahar Alive

The glittering, sparkling
Mounds of gold
So tempting,
So enticing,
A message for all to come near...

They call it
'Gold Fever'
But, really,
It's much worse than a Fever.

It's a Curse

Like a magnet, it attracts
Like a fire, it's glistening warmth
Fools people, tricking them into
Throwing their guards down
So they do not see nor feel
The bite till it's to late.

These people call those who do not seek the treasure
Crazy fools
But, really, the glittering gold
Is just
A Fool's dinner
Set out on a silver platter