JANNISARIES Lost and frightened orphans with no hope but to become a slave, Saved by the Ottoman Bey from a punishing owner or local knave, Sheltered by the devshirme of Candarli their adopted mother, Boys from all Ottoman ethnicities are now each other‘s brother, In their barracks is every culture and every colour, They find respect in the streets of Istanbul even whilst young, With each passing night their souls grow fuller, The market offers free fruit even though they’re yet unsung, From cubs to lions how quickly they have sprung, No loyalty, no ties to other than Islam and the Sultan, Learning adab; how to hold the ego and tongue, Implementing to enjoin what is good and forbid evil they ran, Servant, warrior and pure; the ultimate man Marching in formation together with the Mehter band, Usurping injustice and corruption to forever ban Chanting no law but Shariat in this land, Their determination leading them across desert sand, Over hills, mountains and through rivers they wade, The Sultans strategy for them both sublime and grand, This will be the day their legend is made, Charging across the field clothed in crimson red, Desperate for victory or scarlet to bathe their head, The shine of the unsheathed Kijil blade, The smile, oh the smile, when the world begins to fade.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 00:24:43 +0000
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