I see him in power, awe has impressed my mind;
The buildings are erect, those stars are brighter than me.
As men bulldoze the economy there comes an arrival
That shakes the sheikh's hand and declares Unity.
I saw his power when I was old, when I was told,
Like a pet of innocence or sacred plotter of young items;
The plot was superior to the story, only a lion bit at his mail,
His mane spanned the decade, and all it contains.
I will see him freed from Designer's alacrity, the power is
Foretold by those in love with words, words to unite
And spurn free the innocent spores of a day in the mire;
What is the mural of our sentence and joy?
I powerfully recommend the authority to escape the spying
Men of this dutiful direction, this century with wits,
This century that coincides with health, and disease,
The century that enjoys the jeers of a crowd of calls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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