Diamonds

Their faces looked at me
blankly –
I asked them,
‘How would you describe
the world we live in?’
For a while, the faces remained
passive, circumspect,
frightened of a Big Brother
they hope does not exist.
Then the words rolled off,
clean, cut like shards of glass
impoverished
violent
ridiculous
rough diamonds which only sparkle
in seedy hotels under ultraviolet light
a war-zone
blood diamonds dripping
with the hunger of an orphan’s heart
brimming with vice,
drink, drugs and abuse
cut diamonds equipped with hilts;
gilt in stolen gold.
Their faces looked at me
hopelessly, helplessly –
unsure of how to rattle
the bars of the bad example
we are setting them.
I looked for any solace
I could find, only to be met with
‘soon aren’t we all going to die?’
unpolished diamonds, six feet under,
buried in the oil-less ground.

 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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