To a Gilded Age

To a gilded 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