In Beirut's heart, where cypress trees once stood,
Lebanon's sons felt Odin's wrath unfold.
Sixteen elite, to Valhalla sent, forsooth,
By thunder's strike and the fury of the bold.
To the west, where rooster's first light appears,
A shift of power in the land of wine.
Despite the losses, the Macron's peers
Still hold the shield, in sunlit line.
In Darfur land, where the desert meets the sky,
Siege descends, as bitter as the cold.
Under Thor's relentless eye,
A famine's tale, grim and old.
