The Fall of a Nation
Once, the land was crowned in gold,
A beacon of hope, a dream retold.
Its banners flew in the morning light,
Promising justice, strength, and right.
But empires crumble, as all things do,
Built on foundations too frail, untrue.
The mortar of greed, the bricks of pride,
Collapse in silence where truth has died.
History watches with quiet disdain,
For itβs seen this cycle time and again.
A rise, a reign, a fall, a grave,
The endless march of the strong to the slave.
Yet amid the ruin, a seed may lie,
Waiting for rain, for a clearer sky.
For nations fall, but people endure,
And from the ashes, they find what is pure.
Perhaps one day, from lessons learned,
A brighter flame may yet be burned.
But for now, the walls come tumbling down,
A fallen nation wears its crown.
@TheNewsOwl this makes me tear up.....
@TheNewsOwl fact is this is the truth at the moment...I know all things right themselves eventually but the eve of destruction is a song that was used in the past and accurately describes today...the damage will be far more significant now however. My time here is almost done but I worry about my children and grandchildren I guess
Voices once bold now whisper in fear,
As shadows of ruin draw ever near.
The pillars crack, the statues weep,
A nation falls while the worldβs asleep.
Its people, splintered, lost in blame,
Casting stones, igniting flame.
The ties that bound are frayed, undone,
And unity fades like the setting sun.
The fields lie fallow, the rivers run dry,
The eagle's cry turns into a sigh.
Promises made now turn to dust,
As leaders betray the sacred trust.