Carthaginem delendam esse
The Lord, mighty among Gods - He had granted you a gift, A final chance for glory, if not victory: He had sent a lion to protect the herd, A blazing torch in your hour of twilight, Mighty, unyielding - to lean upon, To become shield and blade. But, too afraid to grasp steel, you chose gold, Hoped against hope the predator Would just leave his prey alone. Talking, talking, talking, Until your enemies did not hide their contempt anymore, Until the ships burned, And even you found your tears at last. But then he, the rav mahanet, laughed; It was too late for everything, Your own seal marks your doom, Descent into irrelevance - Step by faltering step, To the necropolis of nations, Dusty, wordless. The strong preying on the weak - It happens, you know, It's all ancient history, Water under the bridge. Sheep are never remembered, No matter how much they bleat: The wolves do not speak their language, And, once the lion is no more - The traitor's turn comes next, In a final conflagration, Grander than Elishat's - And salt, salt, salt. It is now time to face The only peace you shall have from the wolves. Yet Baál, Who had given you one last chance - He still weeps tears of salt and fire.
