An old script becomes young when deciphered
An ancient world awakens and is quietly heard
Horses and men, armour, sword and wherewithal
Captives and victims, rapined landscapes, victors have it all
A stampede from ambition, a riot out of unquenched greed
Ages of misdirected conviction, control being the creed
A thumbnail of the forgotten, a hieroglyph from the past
When cruelty is the occupation, soulfulness goes aghast
Scholars seek at frontiers of backyards where monarchs ruled
The earth is always warming up; it has never been too cool
Gog and Magog’s kingdom in a sequence of stifled wisdom
The oligarchies in the stadium; their agenda is not random
So, we have jihadists, refugees, bigotry, missiles and warpaint
We have contradictions in benevolence, traitors disguised as saints
The theme of rape is sophisticated now; packaged on the shelf
We can see the abuse in a glance; that of history repeating itself
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