Fallen teardrop, erode the cold
Granite stone who’s future holds
An object of romantic war,
The chivalry of King Arthur’s sword
Now cutting pain, revise yourself
Put back Britain on the shelf
Introduce Merlin to the Greeks,
Whose songs still linger in our speech
The Singer blind and the people lone
In thoughts, politics, and journeys home
The Wizard whispers in Plato’s ear,
“Is Socrates’s death worth your career?
Why don’t you just rewrite your book?”
As Plato speaks, “But I need that hook.
My Apology, it’s too late for review,
But for my work on time, can I use you?”
Wistful, returning now to the Ganga’s plains,
Long before Sikander’s army train,
Urgency compels Buddha take a break,
With tea and biscuits, and Merlin’s take-
“You’re very patient in sitting still,
Remarkable exploration of your will,
But we need you on the Western front,
Adolph’s starting up his rhetorical stunts”
Buddha spoke “It’s against my tendency,
To be and also not to be,
I think I better let it pass,”
While Merlin pondered whether Buddha got the gas
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