Shed that veil from velvet eyes;
Observe the the eagle and how it flies.
Study the patterns that you see;
Know those secrets which reveal me.
Appointed by the will of men,
I hold the power of fist and pen.
Privileged to an open stage,
I bleed Our will onto this page.
Until stillness has quieted the mound
And the flags of our foe decorate the ground,
Will our persistent attacks cease;
Only then will I grant peace.

by Garret Woo

c. 2003 (edited 1/4/2019)