Mother Lode
Too big to ignore, too big to control.
Across our country the lie is told.
See the snow-blind children walking down the road.
It's a crooked path to the mother lode.
This abusive, illusive enterprise
leads it's target market to advertise.
All your silver and all of your gold
buys a little rock candy from the mother lode.
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A glittering vein that has no end.
Trails to nowhere and back again.
Daylight swears you're in control.
But darkness cries to the mother lode.
A brother, a sister, a life long friend.
Caught in the rush of this deadly wind.
Upon their body, mind and soul
a claim was staked by the mother lode
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Unlikely task but we all know.
Stop the source and you stop the flow.
Vengeance for every life it stole
lies in the destruction of the mother lode.
© 2008 Roger Fitzgeald