The Iron Age

History repeating in time’s stream

All of us here living our dreams

The world around brings us down

Keeping us pinned to the ground

The desire for one to freely fly

Is locked deep within you and I

Eons slowly come and quickly go

Changing course of all we know

The enslaved, broke, silenced masses

Makes an army that crosses classes

Today’s events are a history page

And tomorrow births The Iron Age