Wisdom of Clive

“Tell me Humphrey,
That Maharaja of yours,
Suraj Singh of Todi,
Didn’t he steal glances
With the fairy maiden Betsy?
Oh my my!
That’s a telltale.
Couldn’t you see, old man?

He’ll sign the treaty.
Trade is important.
By Jove,
So is fornication.

Tell you, Humphrey,
This strange land
Is not so strange after all.
Dust as dramatic,
Ice as tasteless,
Rules as silly,
Kings and their men
As vile as the hoarders of gold.

Only the chance they seek
Is narrow.
There Humphrey,
Is our retribution!

Someday, old friend,
At the loss of lust,
Slash of wrist,
In the sadness of damp soil
In autumn coffins,
Fools and heroes,
Will conspire together
With conniving men

For glory,
Carved in stone.
Tell them, Humphrey!
We rightfully won.”

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