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,
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