King In Sparta

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Tell the King in Sparta
We who do not sleep greet him
And his laws, we keep

Listen, my friends
Brothers… countrymen…
Listen deep down
Beyond the babble of life
The hassle of existence
The haggle of breath
Listen down
Listen to the summons
The tom toms of war
The bugles of battle
Listen to what music they make
Listen to rhythm of marching feet
Listen to the thuds, grunts
The heavy jingle of manacled shins
As we are slaves to this machine

Tell the King in Sparta
That we do not sleep

Like fabled Macbeth
We slew sleep
We slew our own Banquo
But we do not fear his ghost
We welcome him
To a place at our table
To feast among us
Underneath the unsheathed blade
Threatening to fall
On Damocles
Threatening to hew us asunder
Threatening to sever the bond
Between brother and brother
And sister, and mother…and Father
And enemies!

Tell the King in Sparta
We who do not sleep greet him
And his laws, we keep

We sent emissaries into great Sparta
Sparta of the blood mud
We sent emissaries
Carrying blade and shield
And bomb and missile
We sent emissaries
Deep into Sparta of the blood mud
Bearing gifts
No more hospitality than was shown
To us who do not sleep
Our wives have wept
For the King in Sparta
Our children have bled
For Sparta of the crimson eye
Our muscles have strained
For the poison
That we have been fed
That we had worshipped
That we have fed

Tell the King in Sparta
That we who do not sleep greet him

Aye, we greet our lord
King in Sparta
We greet his great right hand
We greet his true left arm
We greet his hordes
Of merciless infantrymen
We greet the fearsome bows
Of his sure archers
We greet the powerful backs
Of his valiant steeds
Bred on the grass
Of Olympus herself
We greet his spear, his shield
His sword, his buckle
We greet the King in Sparta
For this is the Great King

Tell the King
His laws, we keep

Ride, Rider, Ride!
Bear the news for our children
Bear these greetings for those
Who murdered Banquo
Those who sold sleep
For gold
Those who sold sleep
For peace of mind
Those who sold sleep
For nothing
The skill of a man
Cannot defy how he is created
Bear this greeting
To Sparta
Tell the King
That now, we must sleep
For now
We who do not sleep
We who keep his laws
We who fear his greatness
We exist no longer

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