Were not alone, nothing to care we are there.
trailing wake to your shores lines are drawn,
travelling history to find your dream.
Rushing life bode Vico Equense grasping for air,
adore forms naked power share, no fear.
Lands of the beast no more.
Rise in peace in love our souls combine.
Bring Scutum Fidei to the doors of man.
Stealing our hearts how Americas.
Stand before God upon sands of time.
Under cleansing on our Earth.
found peace this palace snow-clad, winter kills.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII #ProgressivePoetry