O then,
send upwards
all your orisons, that
these resplendent islands
much like
yellowed splashes of sun, reminiscent
of a Grecian archipelago
will secure their place
but here sadly,
every island
is its own kingdom,
each ruler its Lord and
ignorance
the coveted insignia,
worn proudly
on their visage.
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