When Savages Sang Strongly 3

Our oath is our soul keeping our joys are from smoking and drinking, From the cannabis we cultivate a seeing a laughter from the suffering A tear for the living memory from the raw uncut winery We feel the flesh more keenly, our trophies include skull cap revelry Imbibing the blessings of the enemy from the roof of their mind's sanctuary A treasure merrily grisly, the scalps of our competitors a salary Making for cloak and horse bridle history, from the trauma we make victory, From the trauma we make victory we showed the world how to whip and ride How to love liberty, paper and stone do not decide The way in which we remedy iniquity, only in Truth do we confide, As our kin conquered steadily from Kushan to Hispania's Atlantic tide, Rome relinquishing the keys to Destiny from Atilla to Theodoric's tribe, The nomadic warriors and traders remained free, Visigoths vanished as their independence atrophied The Ostrogoths succumbed to sedentary treachery, our songs remain sung strongly, Our songs remain sung strongly, as Christ was cruxified For crucibles carried by the Family we gave sanctuary to many a preacher stigmatized, Toaists tasted the terror of our primal domain Buddhists bathed in butterflys' blood As the Jews jumped on the caravan coin, Hindus knew Indra lived in the Aryan Hood While the Nestorians never questioned our sin and the shamans ate the shame of life, Mohammad's ginger genetics made him kin and his Jihad made us grin at the strife His armies hired us and paid better than the Byzantine, sometimes faith lives on the edge of a knife, J.A.B. 2020