Let me take you from this sweatshop, Saffron, this sweatshop who dresses all of you workers in identical blue-gray uniforms and insist you all park your bicycles neatly, front wheels pointing in the same direction.
A labyrinth linking the bloody wars of the world of diamond mines where you work, security guards standing over you, where you have been living on illusion that one day a "big stone" will free you from misery.
Saffron, you're enslaved to the bloody, terrorized world of "blood" diamonds, a vicious rebel army systematically hacking off limbs, their rebel control of rich diamond fields, why you're little more but a slave, the tarnish luster of the diamond industry, a victim of the Revolutionary United Front.
Let me take you from this sweatshop, Saffron, to where eagle and hawk will free you, don't watch the calculator fly across the table, they tell you, "poor today, a millionaire tomorrow."
Your odds of scoring that diamond are five million to one, when you bend over to tie your shoelace, the rebel army will hack off your leg, why you're little more but a slave.
Let me take you from this sweatshop, Saffron, to where eagle and hawk will free you from the diamonds, "blood" diamonds that back international loans, pay debts, pay bribes, buy drugs, buy arms, a mecca for money launderers that can be easily moved and sold elsewhere.
Diamonds are conducive to secrets, eagle and hawk are free to fly openly. Diamonds give no clue as to where on or in the earth they originated. Eagle and Hawk originated from the Spirit
Let me take you from this sweatshop, Saffron, to where eagle and hawk will free you before it's too late and you start to smuggle stones across the border where your slaughter will quickly ensue.
Let me take you from this sweatshop, Saffron, to where eagle and hawk will free you.
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
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Reviews of "Eagle and Hawk Free the Indian Diamond Worker"
A stunning write on one of the many evils that humankind perpetrate on their own. What is that saying, What if there were a war and nobody came? What about, what if they sold blood diamonds and nobody bought? Well done, Sage.
i like the way that you invoke these animal spirits in speaking of a very particular type of evil that men do. the thought of soaring over the trials and travails of daily life, especially those lives lived in subjugation, is well served by this write. great job!
This poem gets right to the point. Oh humanity... How often we forget to find out if there is suffering involved with the trinkets we buy. So many still haven't heard of 'blood diamonds' or know what that means. Very eye-opening poetry, Sage.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2006
Saffron needs to listen to the wise words directed at her, but then, Saffron has no choice in the matter. At least not much of a choice. The Saffron's of the world are many and growning. Some countries who had their own slavery problems, but fought a war to deal with is is still called to task for that dark blot on out soul, but those calling in our markers for "past" deeds have nothing to say about blood diamond world out there, and the out-and-out human slavery which exist in some African countries, but the world turns a blind eye to true human misery the damn world over. You touched a nerve here, Sage. Great stuff.
" Love lifts us up where we belong, where the eagle flies, on the mountain-top "
You rightly lambast the power brokers of our sick society, who greedily enslave millions for a two bit dollar pay, while they become billionaires of the back of other people's honest endeavour and sweat.
You are a marvel Sage, one in a billion, billion, ...as you champion the lost rights of the underdog in society
I admire your guts and courage First Lady Sage...;)
Love that natural picture...says it all
Peter
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on March 19, 2006
Perhaps this is why i have never liked diamonds? :-) Fantastic write and lesson.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
A most heartfelt, powerful poem, very well written and presented; I'm saving this one. Thank you for speaking out against man's inhumanity to man.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace.
Eileen
You rightly lambast the power brokers of our sick society, who greedily enslave millions for a two bit dollar pay, while they become billionaires of the back of other people's honest endeavour and sweat.
You are a marvel Sage, one in a billion, billion, ...as you champion the lost rights of the underdog in society
I admire your guts and courage First Lady Sage...;)
Love that natural picture...says it all
Peter