The killing fields spread out below.
Deathly silence to the plateau.
What happened, only rumours tell.
How one side breathed a last farewell.
The other wrote the story plain.
Their heroes did not die in vain.
The richest seam in history.
Gold veins shrouded in mystery.
Scattered amongst the rocks and dirt.
Nothing but pain, misery and hurt.
Until, one day, an army came.
Tried to force them off the claim.
A fight to the bitter end ensued.
With picks, axes, their weapons crude.
The only thing they ever found.
Bones and souls left in the ground.
Prospectors
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