Kazakhstan
Today the sun will rise again,
And as it does, without refrain,
The will it shows to thus imbue
All weary souls below remains
As strong as ever, eternally,
Without a thought for Self to be
Remembered for it’s glorious part,
But humbly shining of such great art.
Can we stand below and see
Such grand resemblance in our form,
Can we be of shining armour,
Without the need to thus perform?
It does appear as though we might
Be in for such a reckoning sight,
The truth of who we are, at last,
Is dawning on our minds so fast.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.