Awakening of Nations

Awakening of Nations

Jerusalem rises, its skyline lost in schemes
Through ancient streets flow modern dreams.
Yet England weeps where cathedrals cry,
Bells toll for wisdom, hollow in the vacant sky.

A nation cries out with passion and fire,
While another awakens to conflict and desire.
But where unity falters, no joy remains,
Burdened by greed and humanity’s chains.

In Europe—A Prophecy, the winds do rise,
While the Kingdom dreams under stormy skies.
The earth’s voice cries out, raw and untamed,
As the tolling of bells reminds us of pain.

Beneath the stars, where the Sunflower sighs,
Jerusalem weeps as Albion cries.
Earth’s Answer is echoism, wild and deep,
While cathedral bells for humanity weep.

America shouts, its voice aflame,
Prophecy etched in freedom’s name.
Revelation ignites in boundless memes,
Eternal truths in the revolution’s means.

Prophecies of change stir winds to rise,
As dreams bloom, even under stormy skies.
A cry for change, for chains to break,
A future to forge, a world to awake.

While England stirs, her slumber deep,
Complacency’s hold she cannot keep.
And did those Feet, from Jerusalem, tread,
On paths where the living meet the dead?

A war song to Englishmen thunders and soars,
As I rise at dawn to discover new shores.
Europe trembles, winds of change collide,
Prophecies rise, revolutions abide.

Chaos unfurls in history’s cadence,
A struggle for unity, a fleeting chance.
Anger suppressed brings ruin near,
Truth’s harsh light reveals the tear.
Fields stained by shame, guilt’s heavy trace,
Yet, names of innocence still embrace.
National cries for action swell,
Resistance roars, defiance tells.

Through today’s strife, dreams are cast,
A vision of justice, redemption vast.
The gates of renewal stand ajar, unsealed,
Healing reaches where hearts are revealed.

America shouts with its fiery refrain,
And England awakens to hope and to pain.
The gates of paradise stand yet unsealed,
Where auguries soothe what the broken world feels.

Life’s fleeting moments sing their refrain,
Of hope enduring, even through pain.
Greatness born through struggle’s test,
Redemption found in hearts addressed.

As dawn unfolds, I rise to see,
The Last Judgment’s prophesy.
Humanity gathers, hand in hand,
A uniting force in every land.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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