Classic Poem

East of the Passes there were loyal knights,
Who rose in arms to crush all wickedness
They were meant to meet together in Mengjin,
To set their hearts on getting to Xianyang.
Yet the allied armies would not pull together,
But marched about like lines of aimless geese
A lust for power led them at last to wrangle,
In a little while they were at each other's throats
A young man was styled emperor in Huainan.
An imperial seal was carved out in the north.
Their armor was alive with breeding lice,
Ten thousand families were all wiped out.
Their white bones lay and bleached in the wilderness,
For a thousand leagues not a cock was heard to crow
Of the people, barely one in a hundred survived,
Remembering this is enough to break your heart.