These Fields

I searched for beauty in these fields of Africa
Took the life of a creature for its skin
But its blood was the only beauty within

I searched for beauty in these fields of Africa
A spectrum or colors caught my eye
A small pay for exquisite finery
But on my wrist
The bliss of its nature faded
And the black and brown shades reigned on these beads

I searched for beauty in these fields of Africa
Searched within, to why my desires had been
And their reasoning

Staring upon the deep blue
And it’s various hues
I reached an epiphany
Injustice on my wrist, with my rifle
And the truth had been forsaken
The beauty, I had taken

I had experienced immortality first hand
I had dealt this crime
I only give my word to the settlers of the East
To suppress the regression of your ways

Do not find in this animal’s skin
Or for the possession of a mere bracelet
Find beauty within