General would we fall so low?
Assemblies sway now to and fro
Your work is null, the crowd is dull
A blunt and trauma'd thing in full
The past is only what they ask
Constructions that will never last
They feel so bold but they fit a mold
Was it the same but now you're old?
And one will have to die
They say you've done, a grievous crime
The soldiers lost won't come with time
And now no hoplites spill their wine
Your fine intentions on the line
It burdens me, to say it so
When reason splits you have to go
Because assemblies held you up
Your final words and then the cup
And one will have to die
So will you wait forever? That's something they don't have
The patience and the penitence to stay their hand and not to grab