A tale is told of a three eyed ogre,
So big its steps thundered across the land,
So loud its roar was heard across three villages,
And tales of its destruction drew fear on brave faces.

Yet our village traded its ugliness for beauty,
Its destruction for fear and weakness,
Its intimidation for smiles of subjects,
Its evil growing and spreading across the land.

“What it destroyed last night wasn’t mine,”
“Your dead cattle had ravaged my crops anyway,”
“We’ll protect your son but not his daughter,”
“Our King would have protected us better!”

The carcass stinks to you too doesn’t it?
We buried your mother yesterday,and my brother too,
We starve and stare at our burnt farms,
The ogre is gone and the cries in the village are deafening.

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