Zywa
Buried treasure
A trunk full of coins, countless
too many to use them in some way
We dispose of them properly
by putting them away for later
in a safe place, buried
under the ash in the middle of our town
We have enough, with the cattle
the pans and the women
who we capture across the border
The men, we trade
for jewelry and silver
that way we get rid of them
without having to kill
or to fear a rebellion
After all, life is hard enough already
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