A Golden Age

Wonders are sorrows.
They only appear
When someone’s winning

So excessively,
There are resources
And labor galore

To spare, to make work
On their fantasies
Of the wondrous world

They think they deserve.
Royal architects,
Artists, musicians,

Hordes of encoders,
Mathematicians,
Enslaved engineers,

Armies of workers,
Whatever it takes
So wonders appear.