-A lament by the preteen Queen of Mesopotamia.

Late September,
During summer,
My great kingdom was obliterated by raiders.

My poor people,
Young and feeble,
Were all mercilessly butchered by those strangers.

Every temple,
Made of beryl,
Was then looted and set on fire by their archers!

And as for me,
A preteen Queen,
Slavery is now my role for their vile leaders!