Since the Iron age
creators knew
to strike the iron
when it's hot,
for when it's
glowing
iron's soft
and changes into
what it's not.
Now, Iron's a very fine
metal to use.
It is shaped and refined
as whatever you choose.
Whether rails or nails,
wings or car doors;
bars for those who want bail,
or new keys to old doors.
Iron, copper and gold,
What's it worth when it's sold?
What's it worth when it works, when it does as it's told?
In a land full of kings, happy dreaming they're slaves...
Will the emperor be wearing clothes when they wake?
Weigh this ingot in hand,
Pretty heavy, you'd say?
Ask the blacksmith to show you how fire can play.
Throw the coal in the oven
Stoke the flames bright as day.
At the forge it glows red hot, as soft as a heart.
Whether shackles or starships, your choices, your Art.
The day is now,
The time has come
To be Cedar Wise
And Iron Strong