My writing: A woman’s best friend yet a miner’s nightmare

Placed on a woman’s finger

But does anyone think to linger

To wonder where on Earth it came

Known by some as a much nastier name.

They’re really called the blood diamonds

But do you know why?

They’re not red, they’re not clear, but they’re

Stained with memories and innocent tears

Tears of lives that suffer from toil and sweat

But do they stop them? no, they give up and let

The killer men who break up the hearts

Of lives that never had a happy past

They frantically search

They dig for their lives

But all the time you’re hoping

To get the best diamond for your wife

They’re trapped in a box of darkness

They wonder if this will ever end

Still no-one will listen to their cries and pleas

And it will be like that until the end

If no-one helps to stop this nonsense

That surrounds our living world

The evil will just carry on

For the children dumped with the load

So I suggest you stop and think for a while

Would you like to be treated like that?

Would you like to buy diamonds

From a world influenced with that?

Placed on a woman’s finger

But does anyone think to linger

To wonder where on Earth it came

Known by some as a much nastier name…

 

 

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