Iran

Coloured vessels do replace
The need to paint a human race
Who must hide and mimic so,
But, instead, can outward glow.

Take the brush of God on high,
And vision a picture in the sky,
Show the world just what you see,
And lead the way thus humbly.

The joint cooperation there
Will take you high to lofty palm,
And keep you safe within the limits
Of an outer spark, and arm,

Which will at end of day be tired,
But not from carrying the toys
Which are armed, and so annoy,
Instead you will in glory fly.