The birth of a Nation is hard, as any mother will tell you.
It’s new, shiny and fragile.
It must be nurtured, fed at regular intervals
Like a garden, it needs water, love and guidance.
All easy to say.
You let it grow, wait for the day it can stand
Take the rain. Will it weather the storms?
Yes, if it was built on firm ground
Strength comes with unity
Invisible hands holding everything together
A strong chain will let no rust in
You know what is said about one weak link
Never take your eye off the ball…