Exchange Policy.

Once, we accepted what we did not need reluctantly,
it was more about the giver than the gift.
A time ago, we saw something in those eyes,
sparkling with love,
not expecting anything else in return.
Now, in their place
shines malice,
that deadly fault of greed.
Blind are the sheep; repeating destruction
over and over.
We have not learned of our mistakes.
Once, there was gratitude for life, passion
in what we created.
Now, it is not the giver who we want,
it's the taken that is treasured.
There is no more creation --
our old remedies are dust and dead.
How long will it be until the blindfold is lifted?
Eventually, we will have to return our gifts.