Polished Using Muck & Dirt

On a rainy day, when they took me away,

In a van with friends alike,

To face disasters with little to no might.

Cries, tears, blood and pain covered both dumb and lame,

a war among gods, led by a roar for fame,

and so, they spoke, men covered in thick cloaks.

"Take a good look, that's your mother no more"

A happy spring rain turned winter too soon,

Flowers coloured with blood and trees of gloom,

The cry I left last, to the facades that fought,

Of my past but none of them ever did last.

"It is getting dark soon, you should sleep", said a friendly face,

Scared by reminiscence, past of devils and ghosts,

I do not think I smiled ever since.

The sun dawned on a day all-new,

Young kids were more than a few,

Digging sands and breaking rocks,

With bare hands, broken nails and nasal blocks.

Coldwater, touching my soft hands,

Sending shivers up my spine,

From both the water that crept in,

To the whips that lined my hands fine.

"you have to use your hands", another friendly face,

This one dead, his soul battered daily with an icy mace,

Courage filled, fear of death renewed,

I began to dig, for shiny objects that satisfied

The great white deities, one by one,

To serve their drinks, smile and fun.

Helios moved many times around the world,

In the distance, Atlantis began to flood,

Atlas's cries could be heard throughout,

While humans laughed out loud.

These shiny things, hidden under crows

Others between our toes,

We were told, "we aren't your foes"

But we knew,

That is how death sold.

Looking at my hands that night,

My precious hands, now against the light,

Lashes and bruises, cuts and clots,

And yet we never really fought.

The last day of my time,

A big one hit my line,

Covered with blood, tears and souls,

Including mine,

That ravaged inside,

Now I know, why these diamonds,

Shine so bright.