In Syria's land, so marred by strife and anguish,
With hearts of valor, leaders venture thus,
A phoenix from the ashes, they seek to furnish,
From sanctions harsh and years of conflict Octobers.
Oh, woe to the Jeju flight, departed from Bangkok's measure,
Silenced be the lilt of one hundred seventy-nine,
A requiem rings for those we deeply treasure,
In one of the darkest tales of aviation presented to time.
Azerbaijan's trust in Russia hath been cast asunder,
Proclaims Aliyev, his faith in Putin's apology shorn,
An airplane's fall, a friendship thrust in thunder,
Echoes waning influence over lands once Soviet-born.
