Stood a flagpole at the marina, bearing emblems it now wore.
Above, the maple leaf unfurled, in red and white it gleamed,
Below, the Bangladeshi green and red, in solidarity it beamed.

Ibrahim, with tender hands, raised the flags with gentle grace,
A symbol of the shared dreams that across the world embrace.
In a land of peace and order, where justice finds its voice,
He honored both his homes, a deliberate, profound choice.

For in distant lands, the cries of many still echo in the night,
Where justice seems a fleeting dream, and democracy a fight.
His heart, a bridge between these worlds, beats with a hopeful song,
For unity and understanding, a place where all belong.

Thank you, Steve, for your kindness, your dock a beacon bright,
A testament to the power of symbols raised in the light.
Together, they inspire those who see and those who care,
To envision a future where fairness and freedom are the air.

The civil strife in Bangladesh, a sorrowful story told,
Corruption’s grip, a heavy chain, on dreams of pure gold.
Yet beneath the crimson flag, in the shadow of the leaf,
There blooms a hope for justice, for an end to shared grief.

So let these flags remind us of the courage to unite,
To stand for peace and righteousness, to turn darkness into light.
For in this simple act of raising colors bold and true,
Lies the strength of solidarity and the promise of what we can do.

Daniel~Ibrahim