Ten - Ex Poem by Mason Maestro

In the day of ivory trade
The hour in fortune from selling loads were made
Saarvorden hopps mending makeshift crops
Worthless dropped broken stolen tusk buyers played
Stall ten unbeknown inamungst an anti-criminal society
Contribute to pick up the history, an inflated portion of prosperity
Contempt expectation delivers the wretchedness of sour sales
Willing such comrades resting petrifed morales and responsibility
The heart of this lie, lies against the blue pacific sky
As the wind without a birthplace, and no place to die
On this night they recognized the plight of the con
Just as the darkest hour occurs right before the dawn