The barbarian that came
that season was the worst.
Drank all mead, not a spill.
Eat all meat, if raw still.
In his hands not axe and board
in his head not helmet and horns.
Even so the barbarian walked
unchallenged, unwavering.
Put fear and cowardice
in our warriors.
Stole the heart and soul
of our women.
Bewitched the dreams and hopes
of our children.
The damn barbarian
with his lute and verses
who did not hold back a single string.
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Onishiroi Shonin
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