Bronze from gold-

It’s the poem i’m

writing

It’ my face i’m 

hiding

It’s these scar’s and  bruises

didn’t

 get them from fighting

i

 guess it’s time ''excuse''

all

 the thing’s have loosed

all

 the time have spent

all 

the mine’s have dug

end with 

dust and bug’s

 all

  hope’s were fraud

wanna see how it got froze?

went to bronze

 from

gold 

learnt the value

of course

 want to pay but loaned 

cash vaporized

wanna hear else 

my lord

safari

abort on board

....