it's like this...children...

the state of the nation

within the nation

presents a dire situation

the prize cannot be won

by faith alone—

as we face

the rising sun

with eyes

looking home

let not hope

end in fruition

but fuel us

in completing

the mission

pick up the torch

children

and carry on

the finish line

still lies ahead

for those paced

to the end:

proud held heads

honoring the flowing blood

the ancestors shed