Every knight swords
A razor sharpened tip
To pare into the souls
Of their many subjects
Sir Very Special Naipaul
An august knight was he.
His felt-tipped glaive
Donned in ink stained valour
It cuts, this sword, above all
Deep into the mind
Bending, shaping its stream
Of understanding
Every knight who swords
A razor sharpened end
Must pen into our hearts
The most noble trend
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
Every knight swords
A razor sharpened tip
To pare into the souls
Of their many subjects
Sir Very Special Naipaul
An august knight was he.
His felt-tipped glaive
Donned in ink stained valour
It cuts, this sword, above all
Deep into the mind
Bending, shaping its stream
Of understanding
Every knight who swords
A razor sharpened end
Must pen into our hearts
The most noble trend
A Free State is where I belong.
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