• Below an iron mountain,
    rusty veins of endless age
    beat with footsteps, constant,
    a reminder of the ancient days.

    Such a wondrous miracle
    now bastardized, defiled -
    Does half a million dollars
    make it really so worthwhile?

    A simple passer-by can tell
    the filth will slowly crack,
    those living near must stay clear
    of the mountain's broken back.

    Hammer, axe, by mortal hands,
    what once was right is gone;
    for now, upon this barren land,
    lies nothing but a gun.