Tarnished

A silver moon emits pale grey light
a silver shadow grows longer each night
as a silver mother cries silver tears
for her diamond children and her silent years;
Years of muted assembly lines
quiet brown hands toiling tirelessly
over worthless things like jewels and stars
and hope and love and peace and life
she stops for none and time goes on
her golden blisters crusting over
drilling holes; no sun, just grey
and pain and mud and silver blood.