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Feb 2019
After the departure of the Romans
we were our own bosses again
at war with each other

The sergeants took over
first the peripheral areas
then the middle land

Only behind the mountains
the residents still resist
longing for a king of their own

as once
his sword shone
his sword shines

immovably stuck
in the eyes of the people
dreaming of a peaceful life

a passed-on promise, for once
but unfortunately
the sword has disappeared
Excalibur, Britain AD 410

Collection β€œSecrets & Believers”
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
536
   Johnny Scarlotti
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