the calls for vengeance

echo through the marble hall

gathered senators

still sweating from their feast

morbidly declare

—

we must punish

it is our right

those scum obstruct

our righteous path

our right to conquest

crushing their children

beneath our rolling hooves

slaughtering their elders

starving their widows

blaming their cousins

as we rejoice in our might

we must prevail

we must control

we must educate

through the shedding of blood

we must conquer

we must inform

to never impede our gory

our gods of empire

lust for blood

we shall feed them

the carcasses

stacked like heaps of sand

of those who inhabit the valley

of those who dare sabotage

our merchants’ trade

—

they line up

chests out

nodding left and right

signing the parchment

craving more wine