You cannot love both God and Gold.
Beyond an aesthetic admiration
covetous desire turns to a poisonous adoration.
Something Pizarro and his mercenary band
completely failed to understand.
Spanish steel, cannons, guns, gave an edge
to the treacherous Conquistadores, and
in an hour or less 3,4,5 or 7000 incans lay dead;
Atahuallpa was seized, and only Pizarro bled -
his hand cut in an attempt to preserve Atahuallpa's life
for his own selfish ends.
So, if aliens come a-visiting
can there be any doubt
they would our hash settle
should they want our yellow metal?
Of late, in Brazil, South Americ,
a patch reckoned rich in auric,
may be threatened sore,
even though it's worth infinitely more.
Christ's admonition is 2000 years' old
yet remains untempered man's lust for gold.
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