Birth of a Nation; Golden Child born from an ideal.

She was beautiful once; Hope? Let us see.

From the shiney pennies of the old Nation she sailed in time.

Once the underdog with high ideals and freedom.

We may see her rise again in the light to the dark.

Not doomed in the  present that she sails on

across the cliffs of time.

On the eve of destruction she may yet rise

from the Phoenix in her day as of the past.

Hopes she possessed in her younger days.

She has always risen to the occasion but

how many lives will it take before the hour

glass runs out?

We will see, We will see, it may take another

try. The fall may not slumber well.

Born from the ashes of nothing she rose to

power fast and furious only to be on the

edge of her dying destruction.  She finds

renewal and rebirth in time.  How long

can it continue again and again?

In her own demise she still hopes for more.

Our Golden Girl may not recover again

in renewal as her past has shown.  

May we hope for the best as of old.

There is always the slight building of a

hope before the dying.  

She is disintegrating like acid can.

Maybe she can be netted safely–perhaps.

As is said, “Nothing lasts forever especially

a good thing”.  It’s like rust from the heavy

rains.  Can we stand the furious tsunami’s

yet to overtake this beautiful Nation once

Golden?  Again we say, “Time will tell, Time will

tell”.  Don’t wait too long Golden children.

Dying nation will give up your dead

and be clean again someday.  A matter of

time. 

May the darkness not shine so that we

can see the brightness peaking out from

evil which will breath its last dark breath.

Behind in the shadows of her kings, princes 

and would be policies will come the real

truth yet to be told as of the old yarn.

It will float to the surface and we will

find what is shiny underneath and hope

abounding for those who are the meek

of heart as of the old code and word.

Dooming her fate to the destruction told

of the old ways—Maybe? Maybe?

Let us wait and witness to her fate

which is coming to us daily in the

light of the web of fate.

She will show her dead and we will

open our eyes to this show from days

of old.   She will live again during a new

day chosen yet.

Longing that  it will not be forever. 

Nothing really lasts forever only time and the

stars and the Old Eyes of Wisdom shiny

from the Universe peaking out on mere

mortals.

Will the Future State be what we

hoped, paid for and more, good question?

Will the nightmare eventually wake us?

Optimism is a good thing and still in

vogue.  

What the ages wanted for its

children of the beautiful

nation?

Or will it be the disappointment

of the mortal?

The Immortal looks on with eyes

that shine with a glimmer in it’s

mirrored countenance.

Children cry for now but your

tears will dry someday when we

see mortality of a dying breath.

From the beautiful cities we have

erected but will not be the same for the

children of the future.  Mystery! Mystery!

Is that hope I see peaking out

from the dark blanket that was

imposed? Mystery! Mystery!

Excitement, optimism and trust

I say is an answer to the puzzle.