The Retired Warrior

The Poet is sold At five rupees a book By the side of the road Between fried fish And steamed groundnuts. The Poet is sold At five rupees a book By the side of the road Between fried fish And steamed groundnuts. Covered with blood Covered with glory The Great Warrior stood; The foe defeated, viagra dosage A hero's welcome, The monarch's gratitude Public acclaim. Peace reigns, The foe turns friend. The Warrior is retired. But the old fires remain, The muscles still quiver, The spirit, restless. And peace reigns. But the Warrior is in turmoil. peace outside, war within. The hero is out of place Where heroism has changed. And peace reigns on. The Warrior turns wanderer, the hero turns heretic, As what was once Hailed as heroism, Becomes heresy. He collapses on himself Unable to bear the weight of new values. Unruffled, 'Peace' reigns on.