In the Twilight of the Nation's Pride

In the Twilight of the Nation's Pride Jesus! Where will it end? How low must one descend In this country to become President? How many masks must be worn, how many truths must bend, In the quest for the throne, amidst the flames of burning desire? In this land of endless dreams and fractured hopes, Where stars and stripes are tainted with whispered lies, How deep must one dig, on the slope of morality, To ascend to the heights where the eagle's flight is bewitched? Through corridors of silver tongues and gilded halls, Where echoes of unfulfilled promises persist, How far must one crawl, scaling the crumbling walls, Of the fortress of integrity, in the insistent political mist? Oh, the twilight of the nation’s soul, caught in twilight’s embrace, Where ideals are traded and freedoms bruised, How low must one stoop, to chase the grace Of power's shimmering shadow, endlessly pursued? The crown of ambition, adorned with thorns of deceit, Weighs heavily on the heads of those who seek the light, How many dreams must be shattered beneath the conqueror's feet, In the race for glory that dissipates only in the night? In this theater of aspirations, where actors play their part, And the stage is set with the fabric of shattered trust, How low must one bow, with a heavy heart, In the dance for the crown, in the whirlwind of cloaked ambition dust? Beneath eloquent words and grandiose claims, Lies a river of sorrow, a tide of silent cries, How deep must one plunge into the land of lost names, To grasp the scepter that in illusion lies? In the halls where history weeps and futures are forged, How low does the spirit sink, how dark does the heart grow, Before the dawn of reason, over the horizon is gorged, With the hope of a nation, in the winds that blow? Jesus! Where does it end, this descent through fire and ice? In the land of the brave, where the noble dream wanders, How low must one stoop, at what ultimate price, For the promise of power, in the land of dismayed days?