A Nation's Strength Poem by iqra tanzeel

WHAT MAKES A NOTION'S PILLARS HIGH
AND ITS FOUNDATIONS STRONG?
WHAT MAKES IT MIGHTY TO DEFY
THE FOES THAT ROUND IT THRONG?
IT IS NOT GOLD, IT IS KINGDOMS GRAND
GO DOWN IN BATTLE SHOCK;
NOT ON ABIDING ROCK.
IS IT THE SWORD? ASK THE RED DUST
OF EMPIRES PASSED AWAY;
THE BLOOD HAS TURNED THEIR STONES TO RUST,
THEIR GLORY TO DECAY.
AND IS IT PRIDE? AH, THAT BRIGHT CROWN
HAS SEEMED TO NATIONS SWEET;
BUT GOD HAS STRUCK ITS LUSTRE DOWN
IN ASHES AT HIS FEET.
NOT GOLD BUT ONLY MEN CAN MAKE
A PEOPLE GREAT AND STRONG;
MEN WHO FOR TRUTH AND HOUNR'S SAKE
STAND FAST AND SUFFER LONG.
BRAVE MEN WHO WORK WHILE OTHERS SLEEP,
WHO DARE WHILE OTHERS FLY...
THEY BUILD A NATION'S PILLERS DEEP AND LIFT THEM TO THE SKY.