1. Wretched are the knights when spears collide,
The donkey's justice better than their pride.

2. Bought by greed, they charge at the slightest bribe,
Few remain steadfast when the arrows fly.

3. Their bellies filled whatever land they ride,
While their people starve, their needs denied.

4. When their mares weakened, they switched sides,
Confused warriors lost whate’er they vied.

5. Ill fortune cursed them, sealed their demise,
What passes, passes, naught will abide.

6. When tribes converge amidst the fray,
Warriors in tumult slip away.

7. The fraud who boasts of might and size,
His coward flesh with fear imbued.

8. The lowly act that vileness prized,
And trophies stringed on tethered cords.

9. I cut the warriors down to size,
While chieftains’ sons to rape accrued.

10. Like hounds who yap in faint disguise,
Then cower, as all pretense concludes.

11. The archers crept to watering hole,
Like torrents surging, unrestrained.

12. Hordes galloped swift beyond control,
As birds in panic, scattered, arraigned.

13. Each ruin threatens with mad patrol,
While Trash Heaps loom, in anguish chained.