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CURRENCY OF DEATH





Hundreds of Romans died on Battlefields and went to

Elysian Fields; on that very hallowed ground, modern

Romans have shopping centers like we have at Bull Run.



Yes, there is a heritage and like my poems it covers up

What is naked; Edgar Allan Poe’s poems were like shawls

That covered up the demented and the wholly insane.



Let us put a cover or a grate over freshly dug graves until

We can find more time to decorate them with the arts and

Crafts of a more contemporary era; this is art nouveau.



Suddenly, what was once worthless like Iraqi dinar, jumps

In value over the very battlefields where life meant nothing

And MacDonald’s neon lights tell us Billons were sold.



Always there is the greedy one who makes money over both

Sanctuary and killing field; no one is looking when money is

Exchanged or when killing takes place except Jesus does it for us.



Our ancestors on their passport photos tells us they came from

The land of the killing fields; their stocking were stuffed with

The currency of death to spend in the modern malls of materialism.