Assyrians

Inspired by the random words of the previous post.

Assyrians

The destruction of Sennacherib has been told,
and the wolf falling down on the fold we know well,
and the silver tongues urging the uplifted spears
of the cohorts all gleaming in purple and gold.

Will you come to the seashore and sift through the tides,
for the booty of war that’s washed up on the rocks?
Will you lend half an ear to the guiltless who cry,
to the mothers who weep, to the mothers who die?

There is nowhere to hide from the sickness we spew,
no earth magic saves from the death we have forged,
for we worship the power of bright shiny steel,
and sacrifice women to religious zeal.