A man´s feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
- George Santayana
The End of the World but with the USSR National Anthem
A Requiem for a Fallen Dream
They built a pyre of truth and trust,
And let it crumble into dust.
A beacon once, now lost to flame,
The land of freedom knows no name.
The voices raised to warn and plead,
Were drowned by greed, by hate, by creed.
A tyrant crowned, with lies embraced,
The pillars cracked, the dream erased.
The dead lie silent, cold and still,
Their lives the toll of power’s will.
A million gone to callous hands,
Their cries absorbed by barren lands.
The earth weeps under poisoned skies,
As oceans rise and forests die.
No savior comes, no justice reigns,
The ash is all that now remains.
The mothers mourn, the children stray,
Their futures stolen day by day.
A nation broken, heartstrings torn,
What hope survives when truth’s forlorn?
Yet in the dark, faint whispers call,
“Stand firm, rebuild, though kingdoms fall.”
For though the past is writ in stone,
The seeds of change are often sown.
But mourning lingers, deep and vast,
A shadow cast by failures past.
Democracy, a ghostly shade,
Its epitaph in tears is laid.
"Here lies the dream, both bright and brief,
Slain by deceit, by pride, by grief.
Let history tell, let ages learn,
How fragile fires of freedom burn."
Sincerely,
Adaptation-Guide
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