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On Meeting A Hero
I met a hero yesterday
In silver, bronze and polished gold,
Just back from spending time away,
From doing all that he was told,
By donkeys bred at public schools,
The playing fields of Eton's mess.
Our hero followed gilded fools,
A pawn in Britain's game of chess.
His Captain said, 'that man must die! '
And so our hero takes a life,
For his was not to reason why,
Nor tend the lonely, weeping wife,
Who wondered why her choking love
Was sacrificed to free a dove.
poem
by
Alastair Buchan
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