Problem With Cultist Emblem

Eagle-Rare is The Union, All her members’ arms pinion, Not with a from-behind arm twist But thrills that can dare a long list … You join her you pray to not leave, You indiscreetly go ahead to leave, You never cease to piteously grieve Or emotive sighs endlessly heave. But please, in the open say it not: Still on her white sheet parades a blot And lives with a touchable problem Singularly bought her by her cultist emblem: A pair of squinted eyes, Whose owners’ broad smiles are lies; And teeth that can one stagger Farther than an Arab’s Dagger … And Alakara isn’t bothered about it, Wherefore many think it is her dug pit!