The Towers

The Towers are manned
And the forces are grim.
Pike lances glimmer in the sun
As hordes march on Zion.

The walls of the city are filled
With archers, and the armies 
Stand within, quivering.

At last, the siege towers move
By the pull of mighty men,
And at last the battering ram
Starts to move.

The hordes outside the city are
The civilized men of Rome
While inside the city
Behind eighty foot walls,
Are the people's of Zion.

The civilized Romans marched their hordes
To the walls, in their towers reaching to the sky.
And the Sappers dug beneath
To level the wall with magic powder.

The archers unleashed their volleys
And the roman centurions made their testudo.
The arrows bounced off the shields
As the towers crept to the wall.
Both of them, with their brazen gates.

The Jewish forces fired flame arrows
Burning down the towers,
Which used up so much precious lumber
In the surrounding forests.
The lands were ravished,
The fields burned,
The grains plundered.

The hungry Jews thought back to Babylon's 
Siege, and had cried out, "Zion will never fail!
"It is prophesied! We are established a kingdom
"Forever!" yet, Roman might burst the walls
And men were crushed between the rubble.

The Romans marched through the streets
And Israel gave up their war.
For like the Prophet Jeremiah,
It was said, "Give unto Babylon,
"Let not your hearts fear
"For they will treat you
"Well, if you do not rebel!"

Thus, the war ended
With Pompey's victory.