The Aged

Standing on the roof, high above the city's street
high up on the alabaster metropolis in his seat

an aged hero, way past has prime days
no more thugs, gangs and death rays

retirement seems a boring conclusion to this story
the increasing crime and grit causes him to worry

glory days flash before his eyes, awards and parade
pomp and ceremony is now all but a past charade

the great suit hangs hidden, never to be used or seen
he is nothing now to a president, emperor, or queen

aged, useless, inadequate, that's the word they used
no more hero's now, they were all similarly abused

excused, suspended, released, put in your own fillers
forgotten, silenced, erased, removed from our pillars

aged, that's what the issue supposedly was about
no one supported him, there was no friendly shout

now he sits, a testament of old days long gone
silent, watchful, still the governments little pawn