Victoria

The missing link between the chapters
Blinded by a fable of Medieval Ages
Words of a family yet to build
Left Spain and Italy long ago

Setting foot on Southern lands of Americas
Where all great heroes come and go often
Holy land for the middle Atlantics
We, as a race of learners and observers

Yet the era of the Cold War never ended
Only the chessboard is wider and updated
Warm peace was never our way of life

For the horses to run free in their own way
Our nation must resist the test of time
And for that the herd animals to evolve