There was a nation,
Its people proud,
With beautiful banner decoration,
And trumpets ringing loud.
Its glorious fields had brought it wealth,
Its people laden were with gold,
And silver stacked was on each shelf,
Palaces beautiful to behold.
But Alas! In its leader corruption grew,
A greed for wealth beyond belief,
Which he believed was long overdue,
His people viewed him with disbelief.
Taxes they were made to pay,
And put in prison should they delay,
Their glorious fields now forsaken,
As their lives away were taken.
As the leader more ambitious grew,
Another nation’s attention he drew,
A nation stronger and far older,
Its leader also had grown bolder.
Armies positioned, soldiers deployed,
The land was silent, the soldiers waited,
And for a brief while peace enjoyed,
But the hatred of nations was unabated.
Far above the glorious fields,
A raven cried, for war uncaring,
The armies surged, their wrath revealed,
The hatred of their nations declaring.
Alas! For many that day to darkness fell,
Into the dark abyss of hell,
Abroad the land with blood was stained,
And what had either nation gained?
What corruption of two leaders spawned,
Of mortal comprehension is beyond,
For the once-glorious fields now are dead,
Even the ravens have from there fled.
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Edited by Yoda_, 29 October 2008 - 01:19 AM.