Upon the land of cedar came we by,
To probe the lairs of heathenish deceit.
A honeycombed plague under God's sky,
Between the lips of peace and war discrete.
In Horn's bold reach, a pact of twain unfurls,
'Spite ire from Somalia, harshly heard.
For Ethiopia, Neptune's flags to furl,
Stirred in their cups a most unsettling word.
In Northern hall where once the bear reigned free,
The rights of love are thwarted, disallowed.
Their noble cause drowned in obscurity,
A generation cloaked in sorrow's shroud.
