Armed with his hammer and anvil
To make shape of the toughest metal
Smashing and slamming atop the choiceless
Bang! Bang! Sings the agents of change.
Armed with weapons of courage and determination
Like his bellows fans the searing flames
Unmindful today is he of his hurting palms
Sores or blisters for now is a nought to worry.
A king is he in his realm of metal
To pass judgment of what becomes his target
Though curses like hail upon him rains this victim
To the monarch, the end is sure to justify the means.
A guard is he in this means he choose
To spike and catalyse the element in weakness
Or slow and halt when strength overflows
It’s all a step to make useful the useless for mankind.