It Shines, It SpArkels

The boy who was beaten and held by chains
Is now a man and holds the reins
And that hand glitters with gold

The girl born a fragile and precious thing
Who has been chained like the bird who lost her wings
Her neck is heavy with gold

To the man who sits alone in his room
Counting his money with his foot in the tomb
His eyes see nothing but gold

To the children who squat by the rivers edge
Shaking and stirring and moving the dregs
Eyes searching for the shine in the dark
The man stands behind them, his whip quick like a spark
Their pains are littered with gold