A past of sugar and modern day spice

In the past of a golden age.
To the future we turn a page.
Nothing to little, nothing to small.
But over time we have created all.
A golden thorn now settles beneath.
it settles beneath the working mans feet.
Great pyramids torn to the ground.
As the bombs drop, our hearts pound.
Was more for the better and good?
We have given all we could.
A tragic display of a wasteland.
Falling down, losing our stand.
Robots and machines create this way.
The sun drops and rises to a new day.
Further and further we **** us all.
Our generation shown big but taught small.
Look what we have into.
Do we understand? Do you?
From a sharpened stick to a firing gun.
The sugar is devoured but the spices still done.
Once you go so far you can’t go back.
Here we live in the days of black.