Priceless
Jewels
Meant to be displayed
In crowns of glory
In endless stories
Of this royal dynasty
 
Instead
Hidden
Beneath sweaters and sheets
Diamonds have been planted
In soils foreign to the king.
 
Overtaken
Undersold
Are fields to grasping hands
Hungry for annexed lands
Disregarded by the gardeners
Left in shambles of disrepair
 
Suddenly
Unfortunately
The forgotten have been trampled
Beneath the hooves and teeth
Of dirty animals with swords unsheathed
And exploited for their vulgar gain
 
Outcries
Unheard
Escape impoverished lips scarred and chapped
Bleeding ankles eaten by hidden traps
Chewing death and decay through wooden doors
Closed to the Open Hands pleading to bring relief
 
Salvation
Ignored
As it snowed that day You strained
Up the hill of the skull
As feathers from heaven were shed and mixed with the blood
Until eyes could no longer tell
Which was glory and which was mud
 
And yet
Even still
Golden hands and silver trowels dig through dirt and sand
Sifting and sieving every stone, stem, and plan
Pulling gems and pearls from the depths of the underworld
Released by the Key borne the fingerprints of heaven