So few true diamonds can be found amidst this world anymore.
People have been consumed by a need for always wanting more.
Never happy with what they have got,
No sparkle in their eyes;
Just visions of what they want or must have
Not realising that happiness can never be bought.
Some people are wiser; some are happy just getting by.
Greed is a sin and so is jealousy,
So why do we promote it in the things we sell and buy?
No man is better than the next because of the things he owns
People who are broke will buy a magazine from a destitute man in the street
Using the last bit of change in their pockets.
The wealthy just walk by,
Making sure they have a secure grasp on their packed wallets.
Diamonds you can hold in your hand;
They are worth a lot of money.
But, the diamonds you find within are priceless.
As material stones are produced for their market
And become more common,
The diamonds you find inside are becoming lifeless.
(1/1/07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
FOR FUCK SAKE