I Musn’t Go Down to Sakhir*
I musn’t go down to Sakhir today, to that lonely place in the sand
And all I ask is my sport with its head held tall to turn away from this land
where the camels kick and the wind’s strong and the white flag is stained with red
And a mist of tear gas hangs in the air and the faces are full of dread.
*With apologies to John Masefield