From North's frigid realm, through oath and honor bound,
Men march to Eastern plains, in ambitions are they drowned.
For promise of repute and freedom's fleeting sight,
They brave the frost, the pang, embraced in frost-bitten night.
Now East draws West's allies, with promises like mead,
Against the Storm of Trump, their unity agreed.
In wave of tariffs fierce, a sturdy shield they crave,
To stand against the storm and calm the raging wave.
Then Qatari skalds are bidden, their words of peace to cease,
The dove in Gaza's grasp flutters, yearns for release.
Harbored not on blossomed peace, but strife's relentless tide,
Their hopes in shadow cast, the dream of peace denied.
