Old Glory!

Our nation's truest station
Is as a refuge from extremes
Where we exchange our finest dreams
Into a heavenly conflation,
Always with the purpose in mind
Of life with dignity and grace
In something like a pristine place
By golden ratios refined.
Thusly the classical arrived
Into a wilderness anew
Where they, and I, might work with you
To see old glory once more revived
And flourish free from jealous elder gods;
Replaced with a divinity
Motivated by affinity...
And not by heartless rifle squads,
Since raising rage with freedom's flag
Gloats only coefficients of drag!