To My Adopted Nation 

Are you listening,
My chosen, adopted nation?
Do not intimidate me
With lion-growling might-
But with the quiet strength
Of evolving humility
And the steady pulse of patience.

Not with the bark
Of stagnant commands,
But with your measured breath,
Your sky-honest reflection,
Unaffected by tyrants,
Nor by digital illusions.

The whole world is watching.
History leans forward.
The Titanic plays again-
And the lifeboat of hope drifts
On open water,
Its passengers nervous,
Struggling to fine-tune
Their uncertain navigation.

We do not wish to crash,
Nor to sink
Into the fading memory
Of nations once adored-
Once loved
By the like-minded,
Their loyalty now in question.

Be the land that builds
Not more superweapons,
But super hearts.

Let the weapons sleep.
Let them fall silent.

Awaken-
Not for conquest,
But for the turning tide.
Not to rise in dominance,

But to settle-
Free from greed,
Free from arrogance.

Like the deep ocean:
Vast.
Calm.
Still-

Holding, in its fathoms,
The fractured glow
Of our unfinished redemption.