In the dizzy heights of Herat
In the lonely valleys of SWAT
There lived a band of men
Who ruled like furious mountain cats
They shifted base and came here
Purdah was back, so was going by the book
Food was for the glorious, who did not know how to cook
Movement was restricted, men were to be loyal
Yet from the outside, everything inside was so dandified and seems royal
“I am a free man”, I said, a warrior by instinct
No man can dictate to me or take my soil
But the fight is still half done
They are out of ammunition and we have yet not begun
Never take an enemy in his full might, Sun Tzu said
Once he is weak, kill his ego and make him run
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