<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Caffer Commando</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! -- heard ye the signals of triumph afar?<br>'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war:<br>The voice of their laughter comes loud on the wind,<br>Nor heed they the curses that follow behind.<br>For who cares for him, the poor Kosa, that wails<br>Where the smoke rises dim from yon desolate vales --<br>That wails for his little ones killed in the fray,<br>And his herds by the Colonist carried away?<br>Or who cares for him that once pastured this spot,<br>Where his tribe is extinct and their story forgot?<br>As many another, ere twenty years pass,<br>Will only be known by their bones in the grass!<br>And the sons of the Keisi, the Kei, the Gareep,<br>With the Gunja and Ghona in silence shall sleep:<br>For England hath spoken in her tyrannous mood,<br>And the edict is writing in African blood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark Katta is howling: the eager jackall,<br>As the lengthening shadows more drearily fall,<br>Shrieks forth his hymn to the hornèd moon; <br>And the lord of the desert will follow him soon:<br>And the tiger-wolf laughs in his bone-strewed brake,<br>As he calls on his mate and her cubs to awake;<br>And the panther and leopard come leaping along;<br>All hymning to Hecate a festival song:<br>For the tumult is over, the slaughter hath ceased --<br>And the vulture hath bidden them all to the feast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Pringle">Thomas Pringle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530231" data-title="The Caffer Commando de Thomas Pringle" data-description="Hark! -- heard ye the signals of triumph afar? 'Tis our Caffer Commando returning from war: The voice of their laughter comes loud on the wind, Nor heed they the curses that follow behind. For who cares for him, the poor Kosa, that wails Where the..."></div> </div> </div>

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