Staring at night sky, a young boy sits and observes the stars.
Twinking is the lust and passion.
To be one of many, monumental heroes.
To be a self-luminous body
Death whilst shining

Imprinted on the child since the first glimpse.
A single piece of finely sliced wood
Splattered with organized ink
He sit and paints the contours of his nation
Blue, white and red

Family is larger than blood bands
They’re enclosed by borders
Protecting what he holds near
He leaves his loved ones behind.
To claim the promises imprinted
To feel brotherhood, the strength of an eagle

Sing the hymn of the golden land
Be a man of faith
Act the acts like your grandfather did
God bless the enduring kin

“It is my own choice and my own choice only”
He said whilst the shadows
Shook their lonesome heads.