Envied by none

The old poet is dead not his poetry
The new-born is dead not its parents

Cries from the land of opium
Where 10 million lie buried in the golden land
To maim and kill those who want to tread
In the path of truth and liberty

It's back to where it started
The B-52 is hot dogging the cleavages again

Where Eskander roamed with his army
Now ruled by bearded men
Envied by none