We were once tall and proud,
We were once giants and kings,
We once lived in castles and rode on slaves,
We once ate where we had not sown,
We once drunk from the wells we did not drink.
Then the great famine came and along with it the desert locusts,
Our slaves died,
Our castles crumbled.
We survived but we became shorter,
Our noses hurt from the heat and we all shrank.
I look at my father now, once a gigantic king,
Reduced to a pile of ash for want.
We want, yet we were once kings.
We die, yet we ruled.
We barely survived our slaves,
We are now slaves to the dust daemon.