My fellow beings, both near and far,
We gather amidst this web, a celestial star,
In hallowed corners where dewdrops glisten,
I, a humble spider, speak, and you, my web, shall listen.
Four score and seven times we've spun,
Since this nation, a tapestry, was begun,
Woven with hopes, dreams, and unity's thread,
A fragile web, where freedom's path does tread.
Weavers of justice, we stand on sacred ground,
Where brave souls, entwined, their purpose found,
They spun their lives, threads unbroken,
For a land where liberty's words were spoken.
Yet, in this great web, shadows cast,
A nation divided, its unity surpassed,
Now, we gather, eight-legged and small,
To mend the fractures, to restore the call.
It is for us, the weavers of this age,
To ensure justice, never to disengage,
To bind together, with silken grace,
To heal the wounds, this sacred space.
The battlefields, where lives were lost,
The echoes still linger, a haunting cost,
But from this web, let unity arise,
A nation reborn, where freedom never dies.
We, the spiders, with wisdom deep,
Shall guide this land from shadows' keep,
With threads of empathy, compassion, and might,
We'll spin a future, where all can take flight.
Let us remember those who've sacrificed,
Their spirits entwined, forever prized,
Their webs of valor, forever spun,
In the tapestry of this nation, as one.
This web of ours, a symbol grand,
A beacon of hope across this land,
For a government of spiders, by spiders, we stand,
Ensuring justice weaves, with every strand.
So let us spin, my fellow weavers true,
With eight legs, united, strong and through,
May our web be a testament, a guiding light,
For this nation, entangled, in perpetual flight.
And as we weave, our purpose clear,
To honor the fallen, to hold them dear,
From this web of ours, let freedom ring,
A symphony of justice, for which we'll cling.
In this Gettysburg, this sacred place,
Let our weaving hearts embrace,
A nation united, in diversity's grace,
Forging a future where all find their place.
So spin, my fellow spiders, spin,
For liberty, for justice, let our webs begin,
With each thread we lay, with each strand we lace,
We'll shape a destiny, where all find solace.
From the smallest spinner to the grandest weaver,
Let our unity be the nation's great retriever,
For a spider's purpose, resolute and true,
To mend this web, and make it anew.
And as we spin, united we'll be,
A spider-led nation, a sight to see,
For in this tapestry, so strong and vast,
The strength of spider-kind, forever shall last.
