The Giant’s Shackles

The map is green, the soil is deep and gold,

But stories of the "Giant" grow gray and old.

Where rivers once promised wealth for all,

The shadows of the greedy make the nation small.

In an official place, the pens sign away the light,

While neighborhoods are swallowed by the endless night.

They trade the future for a fleet of shining cars,

Leaving the youth to count their hunger and their scars.

Their bellies are full, yet the children go thin,

In everything they do, they always win.

They build high walls to hide the raging tide,

The people’s fear have nowhere left to hide.

But a mind that's strong is a fortress being built,

To wash away the stains of a leader's guilt.

For when the people choose to see and truly know,

The seeds of a new nation will finally start to grow.