Came
violent nomads
When
drought turned grass to dust.
Their
animals starved in famine
Their
way of life was threatened.
Thunderous
hooves of horses
Flowed
in all directions
Like
a dust storm
They
ripped through cities
Setting
fire with abrasive sand
Trampling
on poor helpless victims.
They
crossed the wall in China,
Scaled
the mountains in Tibet,
Cornered
the people of Korea,
Fought
the blistering heat and sands of Iran
Braved
the winters of Russia.
All
countries fell to the great Khans.
Then
rose the great Golden Horde.
Planted
in the center of Asia.
Their
navies tried for Japan
But
the divine winds weren’t with them.
For
two days the typhoon blew
Decimating
the Khan’s mighty fragile fleet.
The
Mongols threatened Europe
Like
hungry wolves at Europe’s doorstep
Waiting
for their victim to come out
They
threatened the people
Only
nipping and biting at her heals.
They
could go no further.
The
death of a king
Quieted
the thunderous wave
Of
men and horses.
