A Fool's Dinner - Poem by Sahar Alive
The glittering, sparkling
Mounds of gold
A message for all to come near...
They call it
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
But, really, the glittering gold
A Fool's dinner
Set out on a silver platter
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