China

A fiery ball of light belongs
Upon the horizon of the plane,
It speaks of things as yet unknown,
And keeps pace with the Moon of wane,

And, as the truth becomes more clear,
Freedom of a nation thrown,
Will be delivered back to those
Whom time has given love well known.

Loosen then your grip of all,
Stand clear, and hearken to the Call,
Realise that as you do,
All you need will follow too.

You cannot take without repercussion,
Do not bring such fate on all,
Give your wisdom to the nation,
And peter out before the fall.