The Amelia Falls, where waters break,
A young man stands as dawns awake.
Sigil of Lucifer, bold and bright,
A mark of will, a guiding light.
Hecate blessings like the moon light.
Oil and gas beneath his feet,
Fueling ships, the nation's fleet.
Once rice and sugar tilled the land,
Now black gold flows from his right hand.
Through sweat and steel, he built his name,
A force of progress, forged in flame and fame
Like Musk before, he dreams in codes,
Where energy sparks and data flows.
The Dutch arrived, their wager cast,
They bought the land, they saw his past.
Not just wealth, but future planned,
They forged his bond, they took his hand.
And now he stands, the world in sight,
Guyana rising, bold and bright.
No longer bound by past despair,
A titan shaped by fire and air.
In the city’s heart, a hush unfolds,
The President, a child he holds.
A newborn wrapped in tender grace,
The future’s breath upon his face.
With care he lifts, with might he sways,
A leader’s arms, a nation's gaze.
For in this child, the hope is set,
The dream not done, the path not met.
The pink COVID slip that cares
The 100k cash grant that shares
Votes like sugar, sharp yet sweet,
A pulse that makes the drumbeat meet.
Like honey poured in hands of fate,
A whispered choice that fixes the slate, with hands of faith
The young rise up with eyes alight,
Their voices carving paths of might.
No story ends where hope still grows,
A tide that swells, a flame that glows.
Gold in veins, the mountains sing,
Electronic minds, a future’s wing.
Rice in fields, the harvest thrives,
Oil and gas keeps the 25 alive.
Cards are swiped, the markets rise,
Trade and commerce touch the skies.
A land of wealth, both old and new,
Built by hands both strong and true.
Yet in his veins, the battle flows,
Kept alive where medicine goes.
Right hands guide, the path is clear,
Strength restored with 25 percent every year.
Through fire and fate, he stands so tall,
A future built, a nation’s call.
The Falls still roar, the waters run,
And so his empire has begun 1331.
