In Damascus' heart the goat now roams,
Bashar, the hare, his burrow unknown;
Retreat and titter, dog in dread,
The Syrian soil bears a dread.
Moscow, the snail, its horn withdrawn,
On Syria's shell, a chilling dawn;
For power's dance, a flitting wraith,
Threatens the 'Saigon moment' bait.
Notre Dame, the phoenix, takes flight,
In world benighted, her spire ignites;
Her hallowed halls, revived from pyre,
In turmoil's gale, a beacon's fire.
