Your Gaulish War

Fraught with so much greed

imperial needs.

Satisfy your hunger for might and blood!

With greedy claws the eagle flew

Leaving chaos and widows on his hunt.

We do not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet

Nor to bow

to the laurel wreath!

"Haec terra mea est" - the urge of your own want

spurring the horse towards the devastating aint.

It's the pauper that accrouches - bared indigence

Your need should cost unnumbered lives!

might and riches you have sought

willing to pay the price in human lives!

False and fallacious

killing and omnivorous

depleting the value of human life!

But we always knew: You came with fortune

and one day you'd come with steel!

We did not accept to bear the half-moon on our feet!

A tort that pays it wage death?

Well

how does it feel

the blood on your hands?

I hope you had a ball in effacing lives!

Well

how does it feel

the blood on your hands?

I hope the gold you've won bestows your delight!

…standing at the top of all the ruin you have left…

watch our wives remigrate with crooked backs…