Morgana Tsukiyo
Ponto Final
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Posted - 2014.01.15 11:39:00 -
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"Of Peasants and Lords"
My friends and tell me about this piece of land they conquered.
It was a long fight to remove the previous occupants, so i heard.
They work together to improve it, to harvest it, to benefit from it.
Yet barbarians try to pillage it, or simply harass its occupants.
I hear some hide behind their walls and wait for them to leave.
I hear that some beg their lords for protection, often for a price.
I even hear that some take arms to fight and drive them out themselves.
Tales from the east sing of a wonder machine.
That shall improve harvest in the coming winter.
An investment to be made with risks for sure.
But also rewards that we-¦re yet to know and take.
The reactions to these songs are many and distinct.
Some dismiss it at fairy tales, and will continue their hardworking harvest.
Some, say they-¦ll burn it at sight, so it doesn-¦t draw attention to their land.
Yet some plan to benefit from it ar rip every reward that it shall give.
"You must think of the danger" i often hear.
"It will be honey to bees for those barbarians"
"Don-¦t they already raid from time to time?" i often reply.
"Yes, but we can hide and wait for them to leave"
"So shall you keep doing if that is your wish"
"With this machine, they-¦ll steal our harvest"
"With hiding peasants, they could steal the entire land"
"Our lords would never allow it!"
"Then call on them for your protection"
"They are far and set to their own schemes"
"Shouldn-¦t you serve better lords then?"
"Why can-¦t we all get along? I just want to plow and harvest in peace!"
"The human nature is as colourful as the rainow. Some seed, some take"
"I wish the barbarians would just stay out and mind their own business"
"You have a land, a production, and plan on wishing away your troubles?"
"It worked so far. Cry to the gods loud enough and they respond!"
"Leave your fate to the gods and your lords and no life shall be called your own"
"Cry loud enough" i think to myself laughing.
Men have become whinny children , frail babies.
I wonder if the gods are pleased with this behaviour.
And question if the barbarians are not their tool to tough them up. |