It yearns to greet the light that shines from his eyes,
An Assyrian's, whose arms will rip the blackness that enshrouds its shrines,
Wiping the tears of its minarets with a hand-held flag,
With church-bells ringing for the pledge enthroned in his heart,
...
There are lions that guard the gates of light
Whose cubs may slumber but with eyes that pierce the dark;
How dare you sneak into our multifarious but harmonious rites
With alien snipers who have the semblance of Lucifer's clowns!
...
For M.A.
Behold, my valiant Commander-in-Chief,
I'm thus ordained to be the Star on your shield,
...