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
8×10″ – oil on canvas panel