A memoir poem from another world about a slave recalling the war crimes they suffered at the hands of their conquerors.
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Banners of An'tia had burned
Here, where the river's color turned
We have mourned and still we have cried
Mother, spare me those who have died
And steal me from the truth I learned.
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How terribly the shadows churned
Of the gift surrender had earned
Here, where only ghosts now abide
Banners of An'tia had burned
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Fathers to the meadows returned
And children to the slavers sterned
The fires left nowhere to hide
The shadows were dark where we lied
Here where bodies on sticks had gurned
Banners of An'tia had burned.