Over and Under

Those mad men,
Who saw through my heart,
Stole treasures unbelonging to,
Their greedy paws.

Those evil doers,
Who took what wasn’t theirs,
Pillaged, raped and plundered,
Left my lands emptied.

They will pay their price,
Their sins paid in full,
While I rebuild from scratch,
What they demolished.

Underneath the surface,
Were things left behind,
Things inaccessible,
To an eye.

Those treasures remain,
Soon overflowing,
To replace,
The nothings they took.

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