“the gilded age”

[poem by chizzy okolo ’24]

Glistening you stand covered in gold regal and grand never borrowed or old. Glory and awe are what you inspire your stature your calls, ideas of fire

Where did you get it? All of your gold Ten hundred pounds worth at least one hundredfold. Was it from the people who worship your shine? Or maybe the poor who beg for a dime? Inside yourself you’re rotting away falling to the ground all trash and decay for who took the time to cover your cracks? Who was there for you? And who had your back? A magnificent thing covered in gold, glistening you stand, dirty and cold.