M. Rephun (c) January 11, 2008

In the cities they are building
A Golem of iron and steel
Its esophagus churning fuel
Its belly a molten furnace
Belching out cinders and ash
As it lurches forward into the dark night

In the cities they are building
A monster to fence them in
Steel walls, and skyscrapers won't do
We want an end to the old ways
Fortresses and ramparts kings used
To shield their wealth from barbaric hordes
We require something new
Something that will guard us
And that is made in our image
With ice gnawing its insides
And eyes that burn like hellish fires.

And the crowds on the plaza
And the people who ride the subways each night
With no idea where they are going
And the men at the gas pumps do the work
They are all golems in miniature
Building an idol to worship,
And bow to in supplication,
As the cold wind of Death sweeps their rags

"Oh yes, its not very fair to look at But it keeps out the cold..."

In the cities they are building
A golem of iron and steel
A beast of terror and flames...