Our General sent us, a fully armed, armored band
Our mission was to stop the attacks on caravans
When we reached the valley, after a trek of weeks
We learned that they'd been waiting, ready to kill
They used ponies, riding in circles, firing arrows
We barely survived the first encounter, wounded
We set up a small camp, within the valley's walls
This time, no retracing of steps, we were shadows
We built an ambush so that we could be the ones
Attacking from the heights, with a full advantage
It happened, we succeeded, but why did it matter
But we could've used words, that is, compromise
In our lives, it was always use war first, words next
And that meant nothing was built between people
The definition friend became, who'd be an ally
Definition for enemy was easy, we don't agree
And on into the future, these legacies reach deep
Our grandchildren developed technology, for war
Our and their achievements provided no victories
It simply allowed more people to die efficiently
“In Orbe Terrum Non Visi”
