Trojans at the Gate

By CBoterweg

Awake! Awake, you Spartan sons.

Wake up your families too.

Hear the warning from the gate

the Trojans soon are due.

Don your armor, fetch your spear.  

A helm place on your head.
We all are mighty warriors
our fame, worldwide, is spread.

Take care to think we cannot lose,

our walls cannot be breached.
Though strong we are, do not doubt
Our throats still can be reached.

A gift of peace the Trojans left

A horse stands near the throne.
The King relieved his Praetorian guard
Their replacements yet unknown.

Our King is new, these six months past
He's promised hope and change
But hopes are only empty dreams
And change . . . is merely change.

Some hear treason in my words

They would have you look my way.
Lest you examine very close
What crimes they do today.

Beware the Trojans at the gates.

Yet Trojans we're trained to kill.
But the enemy I fear the most
Are Spartans with souls to sell.