Artemis!

By precision thunderation
She streaked into the midnight blue
And with her my once hopeful nation
Began to stretch its wings anew
To treat the sky with a neutral eye
And not the craven eyes of old
Who would never even try to fly
A new idea they'd rather scold!

But now see our panoptic glory
Scan heaven with a myriad lens
To show us all the real time story
Of that with which our hope contends
When manly thunderation is at odds
Against the panoply of heartless gods!