I hope he gets that sword, maybe he'll start collecting the heads of fighters who don't come to bang.
if only they were allowed to bang, if only we would let them
a flurry of permissions to bang, rescinded, revoked
fighters wheel desperately into the streets clutching at their tattered garments, staggering
balling their fists raised high in the sky; tears streaming, eyes stinging
lifting their whispered prayers to the harsh winds, echoing faintly,
those not so distant winds that would not let them bang
'oh let me bang' the fighters murmur softly
but from on high no permissions ring,
the trees fall silent, the birds cease their calls
for none would not let them bang