Letras
Born in Carthage 247 BC
Son of Hamilcar he swore he'd be
A thorn in Rome's eternal pride
Swear to hate them 'til I die
A boy made soldier Africa's son
Trained with blade brain shield and sun
Across the sea they lost in the First
So came the second Rome's true curse
Spain was burning silver mines fed
Carthaginian dreams that weren't dead
Saguntum fell and war was called
Rome declared but he stood tall
Through snow and blood I ride with fate
Elephants march through Alpine gates
Rome thought safe behind its walls
But Hannibal came and empires fall
Crossed the Rhône with tricks and flame
Over Alps through frost and pain
Thousands died men and beasts
But he reached Italia's feast
Ticino Trebia Roman cries
Lake Trasimene ambush surprise
He read terrain like Latin scrolls
Played minds like generals fold
Cannae: the trap of legends told
Double envelopment bold and cold
Rome had numbers but not his head
Fifty thousand Roman dead
He crushed their pride but never Rome
Denied support left all alone
Carthage played the politics slow
While Hannibal struck every blow
He waited for Carthage to give him men
But they played defense again and again
Rome adapted Scipio rose
Africa's soil would soon be closed
Zama rang the final bell
Where elephants and empire fell
Hannibal fled a hunted mind
But strategy? One of a kind
Master of war no throne no crown
Yet generals still write his name down
From Napoleon to modern files
They study Hannibal's deadly styles
I crossed the Alps I shook the gate
But even legends lose to fate
Enemy at the gates I was
But now I'm carved in time because
War remembers who played it best
And Hannibal still aces the test