Zimbabwe

Well, at last, the race is won,
An endless time in space,
The truth is thus imbued in light,
And love takes flight apace.

And in completing such a rhyme,
An echo will be heard,
And come, a new millennium;
The truth will read with Word

Powerful, of Will supreme,
And ring true in notes so clear,
All will hear the sentiments
Of a future time so near.

The final piece will be relayed
Around the world at will,
So all can thus partake of it,
And reveal mysteries of fill.