Jingoism
Sagarmatha I carved out of dead lump of rock Lying just down the block A flock of chemists in ASCol lab Created Buddha on a slab. The Brits went packing and panting All thanks to my skills in catapult aiming. No! They didn't make Jungey their bitch And the Shahs didn't fuck us over in a ditch Because we are Bir Gorkhali soldiers That didn't die in the trenches in the Great Wars And that certainly don't die in the snows of Kargil and sands of Afghanistan We are immortals carving dead lumps of rocks into glorious mountain