The Gilded Age

Created in the mills by fortune seeking men

a terror springs and's set forth to ravage foreign lands

With metal plated scales and breathing smoke and flames

the new monstrosity of progress seeking victims to claim

The countryside is leveled and green turned to gray

while the sky is scorched and starry nights are hidden away

Homes replaced by castles where serfs are shackled in

to have their daily bread, they must work til' dusk begins

What once was God's country and enjoyed by one and all

now becomes property to those within its walls

Magic, tales, and wonder are lost to uniformity and guilt

the once beautiful plains have now been overbuilt

Forests reaching skyward are blackened by coal and soot

while iron giants level lands where holy relics once stood

What was a land of greenery, flourishing and vast

now drowned in concrete spanning high, shameful of its past

The winged form of innovation does not stop at sea

for it flies across to other shores and ravages their peace

While some took to the hills, others sold their souls

and bought a piece of plated steel to turn it into gold

Concrete forests and glimmering lights shine well on man's mistrust

their fear of darkness in and out lies deep inside the iron's rust

while wise men watch and shake their heads, pleading to the sky

"Why must we burn our gardens to make room for empty lives?"

O' sorrow to the foolish creatures for unleashing such a beast

No weapon can ever stop it's path for it feeds on desire and human greed

It's gilded body shines too brightly into mankind's mind

where the pious are corrupted and third eyed man's gone blind.

Mother will not stand for such a monster on her skin

the cancer which has taken hold will pay deeply for their sins

though once man was part of nature, balanced and in check

now faced to pay the piper with the only thing they've left.