A Nation

When all the confusion stops, And the razor sharp edge becomes dull, There is a kind of tranquility, A peaceful kind of lull. The creators wand, Waves smoothly in the air, Choosing what is to be changed, Giving life to places once bare. The leaders remain troubled, The followers have no direction, They can only wait it out, Until the next election. Look into the eyes of the people, You'll see the pain and fear, And hundreds dying in the wars, Each throwing a poisoned spear. The laughter has long since been gone, And the suffering has taken its toll, And they have finally given back, The humanity that they stole. Look into the skies, And you'll see a darkened cloud, It represents a fighting nation, A nation that once was proud.