Wake up sir

Come quickly

To our fair city

To the adorned square

Where you fought your last battle

And gave so dearly

They have made monuments to you sir

Look how the sun catches your cheek

They tell me it’s gold

Brought from overseas

And listen to their songs there

How your name carries

This does not please you sir

To war and conquer and be left with peace

But that is how it must always be

Do not cry for the slaughtered cow

To mourn would be to waste the gift

Of not knowing the pain hunger brings

So I ask of you sir

Please dry your tarnished cheeks

Go to those people

The many who worship us few

And lull them as you would your child

With promises of a dream you once had.