The Roman’s Burden

It’s hard to be a Roman Outside of Italy

Drafted off to war again

I’d rather pay our monthly fee

I know to the Augustus were barely worth a pea

So we go marching off to war

But at least we march

For free

So many of my kinsmen

Go marching off to war

And we know that our brothers

Have died in war before

And so while we’re a-marchin

And think during a storm

I just don’t want fighting anymore

So some new Aztec warlord

Enslaved some men in Spain

So what, why should I bother?

Just save me all the pain

I’m tired of the endless war oh lord when will it end

Though I suppose farming makes me bored

Warring’s without end

Marching off to war is hard in the pouring rain

Why won’t the Augustus

Save me from the pain

Why are there still Aztecs

Mucking about the north

What do Teutons do anymore

It’s not my job

I’m a farmer

But now beasts rob

Me of my life I was glad when all I had to worry about

Was paying the next tithe

Now I’m off to war again who knows the target now

I may get home one day

God knows I don’t know how

My last wisdom I have I shall depart to thou

I shouldn’t have stolen

The Caesar’s cow

Or else I wouldn’t be fighting in Glassgow

A little song poem inspired from my CK2 Game