To a guilded age

To a guilded age

Within the gilded age
spirit of men oppressed and dead
compelled to order that which is not

Tyrannical power and wars that never end
defeat corrupting souls grow out
of treasured lust entrenched in rust
in end will be all but dust

Survived ourselves in rites of man
in sun lit days to those once lived no more
we sing their wanted praise

What words can change our paths today
the wounded soul that bears
of leading nations that bleeds creation in
cry of desperation

In radiant joy intelligent mind of earth
the calm and hope  to leave their torches bare
where fallen flowers never return to spawn
but leave their seed in passing on