From the bear’s den to the macaw’s roost
the eagle’s nest to the dragon’s lair,
The world lies in anguish, disorder and despair
The unseeable foe revealed itself,
slipping through the cover of night.
For their true enemy
lurks not between them,
but far beyond their sight
Silent waves of invisible soldiers.
Stone missiles, stellar fire.
and the impending bane of their own making,
by heat, by wind and by mire
And so many bombs, so many bullets
so many machines to slay,
yet so few agents to heal
so few tools to save
As the bloodiest century
slowly faded from view,
the people began to forget
what was central, vital and true
It took this thing so very very small,
a tiny speck, a little strand.
something they could not even eye,
to finally see, to finally understand..
The true heroes among them,
wearing mask, glove and gown,
and yellow vest, steel cap
blue, red and green hats,
where unseen were they before
now rightfully receive the crown
and the people clapped!
and the people cheered!
they honked their horns
and wailed their sirens
for their newfound barons
And they heard that old voice,
whispering wise from the skies of yore.
It was then that they remembered,
that less is many times more
The triumphant return to crux,
to the circle.
the restoration of We.
not rank not reign
not frill nor fortune
nor superfluous charms,
but care and fare
roof and bond
leaf and balm
Despite their despair
a new spirit sang in the air,
as they crooned among their little blocks
and danced away in their little socks,
their tall buildings suddenly awash
with sanguine beams of brilliant light
And the darkness was lifted!
And the light poured through!
the chests of the people breathed free again
the lungs of the world breathed clean again
Then folk from across the four corners
the six cradles, the seven shores,
of crescent, cross and star
trigram, lotus and ring,
slowly emerged from their quarters
gathering in circles to softly sing.
as they all understand,
That Which Binds Them
Is Stronger Than What Divides Them,
and a chorus of fellowship
erupted throughout the land
Those scattered tribes
those scions of Pangaea,
are finally reunited
their kingdom restored.
The ring that was long broken
is rejoined once more
And they set out together,
to build a New World most better.
what was once seven,
Rose Up to become One
One song to sing
One bell to ring
One hope to bring
in the people’s New Spring
- John S. Hamalian
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