What good is Friday

When good is only good for those

Whose gold is still wet and warm

Recently taken from the neck’s arms and hands of others

Not that of a king’s ransom fair and square

But a fool’s gold

Of blood and deeds done

To pick the wealth that lies upon the ground

From battle fury fights of shame

Claiming this is rightfully theirs

Digging deep into the pocket and purse of the disposed

 

Hold not on to your gold

But to the life that you have been given

On this Friday amongst Friday’s

This day amongst days

Where gold can never reign

In place of he we do remember

He who gave his all

Now and forever