Albania

To shoot an arrow in the sky,
To aim for centre focus there,
To dare to take the sun which rises
Outward true to everywhere.

It is a far cry from the time
When sun-soaked rays were shared,
It is a long time since there was
Naught of ill repute thus aired.

Yours is a happy, peaceful lot,
If only eyes could see,
And the yoke with which one places
All before, to be

Shining of a notion true,
And strong and bold in stance,
Take the arrow, and in turn,
Use instead, a lance.