Out of nowhere he came
Grew fast but stayed the same
Had no father or mother
But got a big brother
Happy aura or war cloud
He stays energetic and loud
"
He used to be like a hell
So wild, quite a rebel
A gentleman now he claims
But inside, he has some old flames
Bad and hard as stones
He likes making those scones
"
Although his land is so white, it seems black
Is the live meaningless filled with lack?
All around, so big and cold
It makes him scold
All enemies and allies
Beware him, use your eyes…
"
There he goes
So beautiful, in his hand a rose
So powerful and great
Towards him, why feeling hate?
Filled with passion and desire
Stay away from the hellfire
"
The culture he shared
Of many nations he cared
Outside with him they watched stars
The nation left him some scars
The nation might be old
But he has a heart of gold