Brave and bold as a raven in waiting
Always leading from the back of the line
With a pretty birdy to show for it
Licking boots for more stars to shine
A master for plotting disasters
He leaves the grit to be chewed by his grunts
Collecting lovely meddles from mayhem
As the graves froth from the battlefronts
yellow as the badge of his heart
Hes a servant of country and Duty
Drooling for orders and discipline
Always on the hunt for war Booty
Hes a fighter with his limbs on the line
Pushing thumbtacks on the sides of a map
Planning flags on the lids of closed coffins
Given kids to earth worms gift wrapped
He feels bolder when hes far out of range
Directing the charge of the light brigade
for the courage of colonel porridge
makes him a hero to the spineless parade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Mr. Patrick you hit a thousand