Zywa Wedged

After the departure of the Romans
we were again our own masters
at war with each other

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

Only behind the mountains
the residents continue to 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

Poem 2095
Amsterdam, 2019-02-16

Excalibur, Britain AD 410
Collection: Secrets & Believers 
Keyword: Freedom: 
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