The Capitol City

Once, a nation new was born

‘Neath clouds of war, and tyrant’s storm,

And grew it swiftly; strong and brave

Her people fought, her name to save.

Then rose a city from the sea

Where yet no city built could be,

And made therein were beauteous halls,

Great courts, and stonework,

glimmering all.

And through the years, there rose yet more

Memorials to her fallen swords,

And generations came from far 

To see these somber works of art.

But then, alas, the past was lost

Small piece by piece, to darkened thought,

And monuments to figures brave

Were left to molder as a grave.

Fair fountains blue were let run dry

And pools reflecting clearest sky

Were cracked and muddy left to be, 

While men forgot their history.

Let these memorials shine again!

Reclaim this city from low men,

Lest into dark of shame and strife

This nation’s honor ends its life.