30 days passed and the sand had now turned red,
lying upon the shore were bodies without their heads.
Young men cut down in the prime of their life,
What brought on this plague was a single man's strife.
He and he alone has brought us to war,
He already had so much, why does he now want more?
How many more of us must lay down to die?
How many more mothers must break down and cry?
Do you not see the pain you have brought,
you force us to fight with no offer of reward.
The king then spoke with a voice set in rage,
Standing above the crowds like an actor taking the stage.
I hear of your troubles, and I know of your loss,
But surely you knew this war would have a cost.
Do not blame I for death that you see,
My ears are deaf, and won't hear your plea.
I am the king, t'is I who makes the law,
Argue if you must, but your head will hit the floor.
The wisest of them all then stood up with pride,
speaking the thoughts that others lock up inside.
All that we ask is our share to be just,
give us this prize and we'll fight if we must.
I fear no man, nor the cold sting of death,
I shall swing with my sword, t'il I take my last breath.
The reason for this war has never been fair,
Now it has left your army in despair.
We wish to be praised as much as our king,
if you comply, your warriors will sing.
Every last man that comes for a fight,
Shall be dead in the sand by the end of this night.
The king gave a smile, a proudly he said,
You may have your treasure, when the enemy is dead.
All that remain shall stand by my side,
together as equals in this land we'll preside.
So give me your cheers, your lives may I lend,
and I shall give a reward, that heaven could not send.
Come early morning the army arose,
Armed with their swords, their spears and their bows.
With their king at the lead and archers in the rear,
All of them marched with no thought of fear.
Not one of them took up a quarrel with death,
Come end of this day there could be none of them left.
The opposing force stood, blocking their path,
Ready to fight, down to the last.
Behind them there stood the city of kings,
Built from the gold their prosperous lands bring.
Many have tried to break down these gates,
But all of them came to an unfortunate fate.
One shall reign supreme, the other shall perish,
but if this day is their last, then each of them cherish.
