The poor warrior
Hired to protect the booty
Of the company of traders
From west to east
Plunder and plunder
And follows the gospel
Anointed holy
Crown and cross
With sacks full
The warrior returns
To the north land
For many an avarice
His head without pride
So he commits suicide
“The echo of his deeds is ringing yet -
Will ring for aye. All else... let us forget”
On a poem “Fighting Mac” by Robert William Service.
23/1/2010
Islamabad
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