A Great Nation Stands on the Bones of the Hopeless

I had known him forever
My caretaker
He taught me many things
And he was an efficient businessman
He had always told me that he had a large estate
And lots of friends
But I don’t think he had any real friends at all
But even so…
He was gentle
He was kind
And I loved him truly
For the royal pain that he was

But that was hundreds of years ago

I began to feel tired and repressed
I couldn’t stand for his rules any longer
And he wouldn’t stop telling me what to do
“Sit up straight!” he says
“Dress properly!” he demands
“You are a good Christian boy!” he protests
One day I had had enough
So I set sail
To a beautiful and unexplored terrain
Full of stories of rich lands, plentiful mines, and native savages
I looked her into her eyes and I knew
That she was beautiful
She had skies of blue
Wheat of golden blonde
And nurturing soil
She had amber skin
And her sweet breath blew through
Her rich emerald hills
And her bright orange sun scorched through
Her red desert heights

I looked into her eyes
And I knew that she was rightfully mine