This is news

Later is better

And not on time

But in any way

Just hope to make

The difference I can see

All hope is to make

What I can of

Myself

I could feel it in my hands

The glow of sun

Healing my stranded

Mind

From the billows

Of winters cold

I feel the healing light

In the depths of my

Own light

To rejuvenate

And give charge

Obligations

Across

A one man

Nation

Is to behold

The truth

As if gold

In the hands of a miner

To know the difference

Between right and wrong

And to do the best

Of the weak and strong