what if the brilliance dazzles us
and the play of colors awe us?
the diamond is still a stone.
what if it seems perfectly built
and perfectly woos our greed
with the strangeness of its scarcity
the diamond is still a stone
what if we murder and pillage
and dismember our friends
to hide the cache we stole from our other friends
the diamond is still a stone
what if we adorn our crowns
and guard the realm with zeal
to provide sanctuary for the gem
the diamond is still a stone
what if we construct fortunes
to allow us covet our neighbours fortunes
and trample his fields in search
the diamond is still a stone
what if we build an altar
and raise an order of levites
to mumble words that are just words
the diamond is still a stone.
