PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

With top glasses and mono hats

Thinking with brains so small

The men of science thought so forth

How can we be so tall?



"Let's make our land a productive one"

So they set on it with their steel

A foot of hammer, iron and fire

The world became their meal



The forges were built so fire came through

With its hand all shaped so thin

It tried to reach for the fortuned land

But could not get within



The hammer struck the fires wrist

And caught it a sullen blow

To whit the people they did cry

"The hammer we can't let go!"



So position yourself asymetrically

On top of your profound fears

And when the veil of engines drop

You might just have the right gears



So learn you mistaken metal men

To solve your problems with steel

Bring out your hammers and golden fire

You can never know how we feel



Welcome to my Golden Age

Of steel and productive thought

We've crossed into our Industrial mode

And that's when you will get caught



Welcome to my Golden Age

Of money, greed and dirt

We'll rip the thought from many men

And use it to get hurt



Goodbye to my Dirty Age

Goodbye reason and fate

Lets all sing to those Golden people

Who gave me something to hate