Before the Reunification Wars

A tattered coat draped on a chair,

Its thinned wool creased indignantly,

Upon its shoulder hangs the shield,

A pointed star of polity.

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Brass buttons show it was fair,

In a day of history,

But now it hangs in its own place,

Furniture for family.

Then in the wind between the trees,

A wooden folk watch patiently,

Their branch-like eyes see past the waves,

Where lords brood to expand their sea.

An old man sits down in his seat,

On his tower's balcony,

A watchdog from times long past,

His ghost portends brutality.

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