This is part 7 in the Dark Side of the Moon series. This is a rewrite of Money...
Gold, fool's pride…
Try to see how much pleasure it buys.
Rush, to find it. Push, to mine it.
It’s what we all measure present wealth by.
Oil, Texas tea,
The Middle East sure seems to have plenty.
Search, to drill it, Careful, to not spill it.
The world’s contemporary dependency.
So many men try,
So many men die
To control each others destiny.
Gold’s the true measure,
But oil’s the new treasure,
That which best defines today’s world greed.
It certainly seems strange,
How the focus has changed.
Within the past millennium or century.
Where Gold’s force once ruled,
Oil’s source is now pooled,
By those in charge of prosperity.
Gold is in bars nursed in forts and cells.
While oil gets dispersed in gallons and barrels,
Each a source of leverage, deception and lies.
Both have been blamed for tensions and wars,
Battles have been fought, while desert flames roared.
Who can say what the future has in store?
Will gold just become another metal or fine stone?
Will oil remain black, never refined to a yellow tone?
Or will the two eventually be merged into one?
The fate of this world has many years relied,
On powerful nations to act justified.
Can the world be trusted to remain civilized?
Will rational minds remain unified?
Can the power of one commit genocide?
Isn’t oil just gold that’s been liquified?
Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney
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