Poem

With three hundred men

he took the country.

Not, he said, for self importance,

nor to grab what wealth

he could and run

but to help the weak,

the needy

and destitute.

 

Done, he said, for their good

To educate them

in the right and proper ways

of living life.

The selfish become selfless,

All who can give must give their all.

Like termites, the individual

becomes communal.

 

He did not ask them

the right and proper ways.

He knew already.

Now there is no wondering,

no doubt, no error.

Now no one has the right

nor privilege

to make their own mistakes.