The Soldier Addresses the King
O King, take heed, take heed
My people, let them be
Cast anchor from our shores
Many times we raised our bows
And kings sent fiery winds
The good seed fell and scattered
And broken men broke arrows
Yet foreign all you kings remained
Now see the acorns rise
The meek demand their birthright
The multitudes take courage
To fight for fields they harvest
Again we fill our quivers
Lest axe-men bring their fall . . .
The King makes an Offer
My dashing, daring subject
Are you not my brother?
We are kings of men
So do not plot your course alone!
Come, join my household
Eat, drink, live in peace
Die as nature chooses!
Or shall you force a war?
The burden’s yours, my petty Piper!
Drop your vengeful visions –
I hold your people’s bread
A Soldier’s Song
Who’s this subject you’d make merry?
Did he kneel before you?
Did he take your Manna?
Royal rapist, we know not your offers
We shall starve seeking freedom
Before dining in chains . . .
O my people, my wind-tossed people
Servants of justice
Undefiled by sorrow
Such people know no compromise
. . . Once again we stand
In the forests of the native
In sight of your sandy house
Steeled to choke the roots
Whose tapers rape our land
O King, take heed
Take heed
The King
As you wish my friend