Lost To Own

Bravado and gaiety, Marked the laity, They were intoxicated, From the problem they had been extricated, There was a man, Who was the swan, Among celebrating also swams, He gesticulated victorious, And puffed and smelled the air, His chest was pulled out, As he marshaled his winning army about, The folk jumped, danced and laughed, Their future was free and well graphed, Their year long fears were buried and dead, This man had braved and stemmed the rot, The drunken day went on for its 24 hours, The man was lifted on shoulders that day, And on the next there were suggestions to “lift” him in society, However something was not right, His lieutenants were not feeling bright, They thought they had as much fought, And deserved the “trophy” sought, They conspired and brought the hero down, His opportunities were stolen, As juniors sighted not a pint but the full gallon, They grabbed all that was offered him, And became the controlling generals, They let him be, And run errands to their fancies and whims, The hero had won foreign unknowns, But in his own land he was brutally drowned.