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