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
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