The Night Is Over Poem by Zyw Zywa

Just in time, the order has been restored
but it has cost me a lot of soldiers
What a night, the men are exhausted
they hope and wish that it is over
but the day is coming, now

the execution, the exhibition
of the king and his commanders -
what a sight he is
in his expensive clothes
with a diagonal bandage

as a royal crown around his head
stumbling through the narrow streets
Today the cheers are mine, with the wailing
of women and the elderly
the horror on everyone's face:

What have they done? Is it really him?