The youth of this kingdom
Were given luxury and treasure
We believed our guidance and love
Would lead them to victory
But instead of achieving that
We let them pay for our indiscretions
They fought our wars, bore our scars
We sent them into battle without reason
The Dragons still command the skies
The enemy armies still hold the wall
The bodies of our beloved blood kin
Lay swollen and black in the mass graves
Our will to defeat the foe
Did not produce victory
Just as our choice to use violence didn't work
The violence in the hands of others
Will certainly produce victory
No matter how fiercely
We who do not fight
Are opposed
"Advance our standards, set upon our foes Our ancient world of courage
fair St. George Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons." William
Shakespeare
