GOVERNED TREASURES

I have no taste for jewelries
Or that which makes me weary
It looks good on some
But favors me not

Keepsakes are always good
Until they come to burn down your hood
With fire and brimstone
Like they came a-search for gold

Fences turned to rubble all around
Secure defences taken to the ground
That which was in a safe
Is strewn around like it's a game