A Lost Gain

It was in the candle-lit cabin
that the story was told
about the night
and the cold

twas a night of fear
though the weather was dear
no clouds were seen
and the grass was still green

but then she came
back to nullify all the gain
she said
what we must not forget

"you did not respect me -
you did not pay my fee!
the atoms were split
and my sky was lit

but how can you take away
all but the shades of grey?"

the earth became a desolate place
reflected on a girl's scorched face

Yes now we have our gold
but half of the world had to be sold

The End

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