Facing the Stroming Vicissitudes of Nation Building

Standing at the bow of the rugged ship, Blistering tears cue up in the wrinkles Of faces worn weary with anguish; Uncertainty becoming a bleeding wound. The raging storm swells with tormenting waves Splashing on the shores of human dignity and honor; Leaving the despotism of doubt and fettering fear Frothing in the humidity of the politico-sands of time. Yet, despite the toil and fatigue of the hour, Hope remains on the horizon--rising with the sun; And the searchlight of truth will dissipate the cloud of deceit With its enlightening rays emancipating lost, stiff-necked souls Seeking stillness of peace in the coming raging winds of change.