Possessed

Possessed:
Far off they came,
travelled through time,
dug from where they lay,
brushed all dust aside,
relics on parade.
Queues of men gaze,
file past in awe,
long on epochs bygone.
Men hoard on things a craze,
things hold on men a curse.
Homeless freeze on thy streets,
a warm palace for these vintage,
shame on you men,
shame on you men.

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