in responce to the amazing movie, which goes by the name, BLOOD DIAMOND...
A fragment of light
gives birth to a thousand daughters
caressing the diamond
as it lays still
basking in the glory
of a white flesh's touch
feeling proud of itself
for the emotions it can evoke
in that superficial layer
of a woman's heart.
With a heady feeling of dejavu
it looks back
at its incredible journey through time
conceived in the red soil
of the burning Sierra Leone
a soil red with human blood
a soil stamped upon by warlords' boots
it found solace in a black laborer's hand
before he died of a gunshot
a perfect shot by the child soldier
nerves feasting on LSD
his master calling him 'the soldier of death'
The diamond stood witness
to the burning barns, shattering windows
woman carcasses getting raped
eight year old hands
fumbling with Kalashnikovs
before it gets it eyes knocked out
by the experienced old hand
at the jeweler's fancy shop.
Now here it lies, the blind diamond
resting on an ignorant's neck
who keeps marveling at he pink color
but would never get to know
that it got its pink color
from the blood seeping through
the thirsty soil of Siera Leone
