Bronze Age Scenarios by Ben Nardolilli

I need to get my empire organized,
The heartland is fraying and falling apart,
The breadbasket is empty,
The sacred springs are filled with grime
And the aqueducts can hardly flow
Because of the filthy plates
Piled up like a dirty ziggurat down below

Warfare with online reactionaries
And barbarians has drained
This empire of the resources it needs
To get its fallow lands in working order:
Time to clean out the rubble
And create a place to set down new thrones,
I still believe a golden age awaits