The troubles and squabbles of old
Now of which stories are told
Rent asunder the land
The king made his stand
He met his great foe
The rebel, changer of the status quo
They fought for seasons
Soon no one remembered the reasons
But he met his match
For he died of a scratch
With the king now dead
The rebel took the crown from his head
Yet another king born
Hear the people lament and mourn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem