There once a man; brought to this land,
Whose mission at hand; was to cross the sand.
Armored with a shield; and his friends to guide him,
A destiny to fulfill; within the soul inside him
Knowledge this man; would be seeking & learning,
To cross the sand; while it was steaming and burning.
This quest; many would love to ponder,
Because yes; he's a son of blood and thunder.
An accomplishment to try; for only a few indeed,
Infact many will try; but only few will succeed.
Because not every man; is a cut above the rest,
Expressed by his brand; on his arm or chest.
And certainly not 2 mention; his "heart of gold"
For he is with no question; a "brother of the soul."
For his actions will show; no limit on his potential,
Only this man could know; that friendship is essential!
Our history has shown us; to be dominant brothers,
For we are head and shoulders; above all others.
Only to fear; the creator of earth and heaven,
And blessed be the year; of 1911
Every man has a purpose; but his shall be greater,
And much love for the sisters; of delta sigma theta!
For we are the best; anything less than, never,
For we are blessed; oh yes,
We Are Omega!