Introduction

A single dagger to the heart,
may fell the tallest giant,
a single stroke of pen,
makes the government its match

Yet here are no stories of grandeur,
no tales old as time,
i sing of things much simpler,
with just a bit of rhyme

No knights to capture towers,
no princesses or bands,
no bards to sing for hours,
nor fan boys in the stands

This tale encompasses little,
in the multitude of song,
the iron forged is brittle,
the metal not to strong

No kingdoms in their glory,
no dungeons full of gold,
the children in their chambers,
by now have not grown old