Blood Diamonds by Valerie Parente

They all look so glamorous,
the diamond encrusted
but if you knew how they got there
you’d be disgusted
mined by the egos
primed for corruption
and we are the fools
with the naive assumption
that idols larger than life
will be well adjusted
but how can you know wrong from right
without a moral compass
how dare you call for peace
when you’re drowning in conflict.

Call it what it is
a network of blood diamonds
but you can’t see the blood on their hands
when the sparkles are so blinding.

Maybe one day we’ll learn
not to idolize the elites
dressed too fancy for practice
befit to only preach.