Near three and thirteen north
The map is redrawn.
And with it a generation’s expectations.
East twenty-four, and still it grows,
Reaching for life more securely than before.
What forths now from the feuding spears, you ask.
Dreams. Wild, invigorating dreams.
Dreams that fertilize new realms:
Warm, inclusive dreams.
Dreams that wet the desert’s divergent souls:
Warless, inspiriting dreams.
Even the great river rises to greet the nascent nation,
Its own path an uphill struggle
Exemplifying life’s powerful and challenging flows.
Without the unbounded brio newborns demand,
Today’s jubilation is but a fleeting state,
One destined to fall behind on freedom’s dusty road.
Tenderized elders climbed the compounding years
One after another, after another, after another
Mashing with the same brio required today.
Their dreams enlivened this republic,
So they cordially honour its delivery
Aware of their familial responsibility.
And when, finally, it matures,
Progress will seem the product of a million years,
With each witness as wrinkled as their fold in time;
But, progress, it never ends.
Today’s jubilation is but the evening star,
The precursor to a potent night.
Along the world’s most generous river,
The conquerers will watch the evolving free
Quietly disapproving, ever plotting,
Readying to pounce one starless night.
So, tomorrow continues the difficult task,
Which elders undertake anew with juveniles,
Of ceasing, and healing, from tribal wars
Of securing the peace underpinning their dreams.
A nation boldly extends upon the winds and waters of compromise
Stretching . . . running . . . merging onto life’s dynamic causeway:-
The latest player in a developing world.