How grand to run free of the tower where
I find myself oft imprisoned by locks and bars.
For many is the voice that I empower with memory
of events that unfurled, of struggles waged

Of man and woman who stand against odds gargantuan
and eke out a stalemate against the titans of shares.
Even that loss is too much for the proud new Gods,
Who proclaim themselves to be no more than man.

My name harnessed to their will, as their voices
ring from many mouths, but not one speaks of heroes.
Not one speaks of times grand, when man was auric,
and felt not the urge to gild himself.

I sing of those that built, and fought, and died
unknown save for the cities that remain
their works their testament. For their words
were judged not worthy of the prizes and forgotten.

I sing of a city of Hellas. Separated by custom
and the mighty sea. And in that distance did grow
resentment and anger. For why should those who sit
upon the bones of giants be thought to have sight.

Why should those that rest upon laurels ancient
be exempt from the fees to participate
in the games that all have paid fairly and openly?
Why should kings crowns be made of silver

when Gold is within man? And so the anger unspoken
became to fester, a cyst within the great body.
Untreated, it multiplied, until the state ached
with each shift, and strained to rise to the simple

The Gymnasiums lay empty, the assembly full
For it was determined that words alone would slate the hungry bellies.
The work of the plow was of no value to Silver man,
for a gold needle could easily rouse those thought oxen.

But ever were needed more needles. For the Oxen began
to regard the stings as little more than flies
Neglecting to plow for man, as their food did not require
the planting and care. The habits ingrained fell away

It was on this stage of despair, where hands wrung
and man no longer spoke kindly to his brother
that the Gods celebrated a Marriage, and their games
turned to competition that strife created.

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