Poem by Raymond Morrison

“Platinum”

If I were platinum, then would I be treated precious and rare?
Instead of just a burden to bear, would I have someone that cares?
Maybe my life would have been more worth and merit,
If my body and soul were converted into carats.
Then scoiety would never attack me,
Instead they would guard me.
But it seems that the world could care less as we perish.
While platinum and diamons are adored and cherished.
How is that a mere stone glistening and gleaming,
Holds more value and admiration than us human-beings?
It’s sad that the highest value can be placed on an object so small,
While life is treated as if it holds absolutely no value at all.

By Raymond Morrison