Digit...al consummation shows,
A debt of honour no-one knows.
The toil of wretchedly worn hands,
Obliged to dig in swollen sands.
A price of lives someone pays,
Often a cruel end to days.
But beauty wears a sparkly rock,
And thoughts of suffering she shall block.
To prove the dedication pact,
Despite the way her feelings act.
The need to show material worth,
She carried hope away from earth.
That she will smile with joy,
Irrelevant of the methods they employ.
And even when all is said and done,
Her sparkly rock reflects the sun.