But why had we had wars for fifteen years
And self destruction to the sad extreme
Through the most dreadful drive to the frontiers
Of nothingness across a lethal stream
The stream of blood by the sword had been made
The alien sword unsheathed by a hired hand
The hand that killed by alien aid and blade
Was the hand of a guess to understand
Yes fifteen years in the thick of the fray
Waiting relief from those parrots who came
To unravel our knot but where are they
Who accomplished nothing but blame and shame
Their aim at aim was ‘bout gath’ring windfall
Having kept in purdah their attitude
Hence their soft tidings meant nothing at all
Nothing byt the hue of a rainbow viewed
Friends but why like a bundle of fire wood
Burning by the match of a mean intrigue
Remember your centuries of broth’rhood
Your heydays without bloodshed and fatigue
Be eagle like with a trapeze of sway
Equal to your traditional fame of old
The time your ships braved every shore and bay
And your name was the main star in the fold