I once called it home. Yes, I was privileged, spoilt even, but it had been in my family for hundreds of years. Admittedly, it had been taken by force during a period of interminable wars that plagued this area but it was ours by right of conquest. We had better swords and better warriors that never conceded defeat.

And now it has been lost by virtue of a few words and signatures on a few sheets of paper. Returned to the State so that its citizens can swarm around the rooms and gardens.

Choose your cliche of preference. Maybe ‘What goes around comes around’ or perhaps ‘It is as it is.’ I, however, have been shown that,

‘The pen is mightier than the sword..’