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Political Pygmies

It was in 1944
Tul Bahadur Pun fought his war
He was all of twenty-one
And not to be outdone.
They attacked at dead of night
To put the Japanese to flight.
There was mahem and much noise
They were not much more than boys.
Fighting for the Raj
They proudly wore the badge.
With rifle and grenade
Until the foe was laid
But it was at great cost
His platoon completely lost.
He was the only one
Left to fire a gun.
Then his trusty Khukri blade
Came to his welcome aid.
He slashed off a complete head
And gashed an arm that bled,
The foe soon turned and fled
Seven hundred plus, the Ghurka dead.
"Well done Pun" cried all the rest
Mountbatten pinned a V.C. on his chest.

Now its 2007
And Pun is not in heaven
Silver gray his hair
And he needs some medi-care.
"No, no, this will not do
He`s not part of the E.U.
We take paedophiles and rogues
They can come in droves."
So speak our Pygmy leaders
The lousy, rotten bleeders.
Their memories are short
Ruling whom we should cohort.
Like the poet Kipling said
Tommy, if you`re not dead
When the fightings done,
Go to Hell you scum.






Author notes

Fortunately public outcry has made our illustrious leaders change their minds. Leaders not fit to lick the dust from Pun`s sandals.

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  • individuality gold member
    April 26

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    fun to read and appreciate! i really smiled as i read this poem and i think you have a delightful write here! thank you for sharing this because your talent is displayed wonderfully!


  • suseann
    July 16, 2007
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    I'm speechless! And that isn't usual.Very good rhyme and a hell of a story penned.


  • manoguru
    June 25, 2007

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    this is a very poignant poem, and i can relate with the british gurkha regiment. however this poem breaks the 2nd rule of the contest and has to be disqualified.


  • catz Moderators member
    June 21, 2007

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    Some factions, even religions, as you well know, deem that if a man does not die with his men, he's not worthy... sort of the captain going down with his ship syndrome.

    Your poem examplifies this unfortunate and ludicrous expectation. Each man is worth the effort of saving, even ourselves. War heroes don't necessarily have to be dead to prove themselves.

    Another excellent, compassionatly expressed poem from your gifted mind.

    Dee