They said if we looked hard enough we’d find it. We doubted our ability to locate what so many thought was precious to their identity.
They said we’d find it on Last Hope Mountain.
Much had been eroded from our lives, the ability to see clearly had vanished as people sought the validation of a false god, perched on a throne espousing so much he cared little for except what benefit he gained for his own bulging coffers.
So many realised they had been taken for a ride by a man who lied and cheated, oblivious to the damage he was doing to the people’s soul.
We had trudged for many days through the detritus of what was once a proud and viable nation.
In front loomed the Mountain and on top a tattered and torn flag, struggling to suggest there was hope when around it all seemed lost.