A dross-coated gold in the tent of the poor
calls the poor a fool
A seething ember caged in the bars of woods
calls the chilled shivering man a sloth
To conceal precious treasures
is the glory of the mighty weaver
To search it (treasure) out
separates kings from slaves
while slaves behold the cloak of dross
kings look beyond the cloak to see gold
Aye! while slaves behold dry useless pile of woods
kings search out the ember in the cage of woods
who are you; a king or a slave?
©godsent
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