Welcome to my Gravesite

Hello, dear visitor, relax at the base of the dying oak,
Sit and soak in the ambiance of the long forgotten folk;
I have centuries, if you have a moment or two to invest,
I was here before your grandfather's grandfather's birth, if THAT you can ingest.

My marker, my stone, the lichen has developed,
The words of praise and of Faith, they have all been erased...enveloped;
The bones of a once proud man have become the epitome of the meek,
And likewise into the inheritance of the Earth, as my kindred must seek.

I lay still now, and the decades have flown by,
The containment of this dire plot, and the shunning of the sky;
Six feet under the soles of your feet,
Rests a man overcome by money and power...and to that end, his defeat.