Poetry

Monday, 6 September 2021

Streets of gold

 These streets are dark and dirty

and the heat fights with the cold

Oh some streets are made of china

But these streets are paved with gold


And the hills they are on fire

With the sun burning in sky of sapphire

And all the clouds have silver linings

Where the streets are paved with gold


And the rivers are jade dragons

They are green like money I'm told

But the buildings are like red lions

Whose feet stand on streets of gold


Some streets are white with marble

Some statues stand for slaves sold

Some streets are cobbled where old men hobbled

But these streets are paved with gold


And all this is no mystery

Asia minor or ghost history

When cork screws turned on the thumbs of the world

Where the streets are paved with gold

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