Protest The Hero

Thus now he knelt before the ruins,
Cold of sweat and heat of flame,
To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to its shame.
Those who plundered, pillaged, pilfered lives would now accept the blame.
He would find them all with a mighty vengeance paid for in their pain.
Shah - Jan, the king of kings,
Wore seven rings and sixty feathers plucked from sparrow’s wings.
Growing fat on the throne where he sat like a stone
As a man who has known no hunger or shown no mercy
In promises broke like a bone.
Dispersed about his people,