Heavy pockets, empty hearts.Next door neighbors, worlds apart. Mixed races, closed minds. One God, all mankind.
A crafted paradise, for this hell on earth. A king of servants, with no worth. Wanted gold, till they found oil. Bought their diamonds, with discarded soil.
An empty nest, now a guarded cave. Copy the leaders, carve the sand with slaves. Stories untold, for people long ignored. Ship off the truths, and keep the lies on board. - Amira Rahim (c) 2013
8x10" - oil on canvas panel