Arian Gang Poem by Ma Aileen Canizares Salibay

Have you got a friend
born with a ram sign?
Only few like to hang around
because lethal is her tongue.

In a fire she may dance,
but bunny she is to her dear ones.
Scream at her just once
and beast she becomes.

Great she is to a wise man;
arrogant she is to a bovine.
Speak to her your power
and her eyes grow fire.

Show her a dot,
and she'll see a whole map.
Show her the start,
and she'll return with a gold badge.

This one kind of friend
fire is jeweled on the head
is one true Arian
who sticks around till the end of time.