9 – Land of the Free

Your solutions are ignored - not unknown 
Your sticks & stones won't break brimstone bones 
Wishbone words won't wake a world without Wisdom's whetstone  

Several shifting strangers share the same stern stare 
As more and more become more than aware 
What were whispers now echos clear 

They self improve to hone their arts 
Setting courses and mapping charts 
Getting ready to play their parts 

They long for Truth, Love, and the Land of the Free 
They look for new pastures beyond sands and seas 
They find the new world blessed with milk and honey