The Poet

I wear the mask of a hawk,

But I have the heart of a chicken.

I send brave men to die,

While I cower behind my lies.

Scoundrel that I am,

I hide behind patriotism.

love neither my country,

Nor my people

I only love the goddess Dinera.

Although I wear the mask of a patriot,

I walk like a chicken,

But I squeak like a hawk.