Bone Of contention

From deep beneath the sheath of origin,
and the golden gates through which we came into being.
Having molded out of his essence,
a people so full of his greatness
With eyes wide open,
And sight so vital so we could see.

Oh now,
Heads are turned back in sorrow
Young blood haunted by a memory so ancient,
Of wisdom firmly embedded in creation
Like a miniature universe as a gift to every soul.

I looked into the direction,
Mind wondering hopelessly
And that's the moment it caught my focus,
That primary scene of great mystery
He was like a train of thought,
With knowledge like the glare of the sun

From his lead a legion of the enlighten emerged,
Intent on their journey,
energy aiming for the peak,
Of a treacherous mountain to climb,
With darkness spewing threats,
to disarm and leave them blind

Beware a nation of avarice,
Generations living to quest a bloodthirst so intense,
They who ignored the calls and wails;
Of the humble young of the moon and sun,
Of the blood and the greenery
Who sang praises to the stars.

A collective birth of tyranny,
a rise of the age of tyranny.
To the weekly rooted regrowth
Whose weeps are now a sweet melody
To the ears of this new elite.

Oh, why?
Why can't you see you're compatible? You're suitable to dine with God's and Goddesses.
Why do you willingly defile your stature?
You ignore the legacy of your ancestors.
OH blinded nation,
You now eagerly trade away your inheritance;
For they deprive you mere integrity.
Clawing down for a spot in their Cabal,
All they see is a pack of starved hounds fighting over a bone.
What is the bone of contention?