THE RAJ & THE ROSE 37,000 ft Across Europa we ... - damowords

Between, steering a golden chariot
Drawn by four horses whiter than the eye,
Stands Krishna, sacred keeper of the cows,
Him born when all India was asleep,
By him knelt Arjun in woeful weeping,
Shedding tears for brethren he must affray,
The king bouy'd up by his charioteer,
From potent lips gallops the song of God,
Defining how a man should live with peace,
& tho' the fight would be a bloody one,
All karmas laid a spiritual base.
Lucknow
Countryside chiming like a park of Kent,
No wonder here they chose to stamp the Pax,
Alas, civilisation really meant,
The ignorance, the excrescence, the tax;
Shame struck the Oudh,
Their noble kingdom next,
Shamed as their Nawab bow'd while the British annex'd.
The North declared the battleground,
Focus for a mutiny,
Fifty thousand aggriev'd surround
Eurasia's residency,
All day & night the cannon's pound
The dreams of Dalhousie,
Til Redcoats, march'd under merciless skies,
Bring redemption, slay those who dared to rise.
Regent ruins as red as dust,
Cupid's nuzzling couples,
Are held in trust, coated with dust
From those desp'rate battles,