Independence day

As the time of celebration nears
A tired nation looks back, looks around
The lighted path is no longer seen
The glorious sun hides from sight
Leaders innumerable have come and gone
But some are still around
Visions limited to tips of their nose
Have to carry her on to lighted places
Is there anyone or any many who can do it?
The path is dark and we need a light
But eyes don't shine enough
Are the days of thirst back?
Do we need another great soul?
Are great souls made these days?
Question mark above our heads
A nation looks ahead in worry
And looks back with pride
That is a worry.