Men of Gor.Staunch and proud, just and strong,Ribald jokes and rowdy song, Code of honour, scars hard won, Drinking curds, the days' work done. Kaiila penned, the bosk roam free, Across the plains, a deep, dark sea. Hornbow notched, the target near, Steady aim that shows no fear. Alert to every sign and omen, Wily Nomads and their women. Whether Island port, or Mainland, Sailors, Pirates, some are Brigands. Ruled by needs you cannot see, The mighty power of the sea. Cargo bought, stolen and plundered, Foolish Merchant trains that blundered. Riches seen in silks that swirl, Galleon masts their sails unfurl. Barrels made from tems tall arbour, Swathed in canvas on the harbour. Cylinders, tarnwires and walls, Alcoves spread along vast halls. Tarnsmen keep their watch aloft, On thermal currents as they waft, Guards on high tharlarion, Catch the vagabonds who run, From the City, filled with fear, Trying to avoid the spear, Initiates, Administrators, Ubars, too, condemn the traitors. Rence swamps need a special flair, Overseeing all their care, Baiting sharks as they endanger, Workers there as well as strangers. Harvesting the rence, a caper, Though it makes the finest paper! Alar herdsmen are not lax, See them wield the mighty axe. Outlaw, Black and Mercenary, Live to hunt their mark and quarry. What is it unites these men, Though they fight and argue when, Into each others hands they flounder, Integrity, honour and pride, much sounder - Can't be found, though you may look, In every cranny, every nook. Men of Gor are brave and fierce, Certain arrows e'en their hearts can pierce, Standards set by their decree, Decide which women remain free! |