Visions of honor
National identity
Feudal patronage

Is it heaven’s will
Fealty, nobility
I think it is not

The war engines roar
Burning loyalty to fuel
Sick machinations

Asking the question
Are we impoverished without
A king or a queen

Our bones bought and sold
Our blood and hope, like strong drink
It was not enough

To kill and die for
Assuaging our conscience, while
Redeeming our spirit