Upon the misty vail there rides
a splintered golden dream
where horses run and play
the wildest rarely seen
the truth of our existence
matters little to the rich
but to those of humble origin
it's upon the 'post' upon the 'hitch'
in olden days of cowboy towns
the swank lived in ranches bleu
while hillbillies lived in ramshackle shacks
but held on to truth as true
the dueling music of the time
as pretty as a newborn rhyme
or the trees along the Rhein
or ones' favorite valentine
the answers that we seek today
are no simple feat
but with peoples rising to unite
we'll ascend together, finally meet
upom the prairie winds there rides
oer' a thousand family trees
just as forrest floors become
Autumns' fallen leaves
in the future's past and present
dwells an ancient seed
to sow the best of all that is
to heal the wounds that bleed
one nations' call
a desperate cry
yet, not alone it dwells
for all countries mourne their dreams
when other nations fail
a gilded age of gluttony
and the arrogance of "climb"
a corporitized monopoly
to hide their crimes behind
the four horseman have risen nigh
to have their final say
the apogee of greed for power
a blazing scream foretold of doom
power vacuums full of strife
rode the final waves
their crest a sojourned flight
trading plague for people's days
mere trinket-lining for their pockets
as scores of people died
along with death and destitution
as hungry children stand in lines
claiming 'fair' days for Faraday's warning
their legacy defined