A banker, a chemist, a guy with some scent,

Seeking to find what their lives really meant,

Packed a bag with deodorant, toothbrush and flannel,

And embarked on a journey with motor and camel.

The world stared in horror, viewed their route with suspicions

Of explosives and bullets and subversive missions,

Dodging snipers, wild rockets, a smoky sunrise,

Was this quest to the East by three men who were wise?

But the aid brought to victims of a fight without glory

A flicker of hope in a desperate story.

The evening was sultry, the lighting flashed wild

On the night they took gifts to the humble boy child,

Swaddled and cosy, unaware of the danger,

A refuge of hope in the shape of a manger.

A moment in time, a history freeze frame,

Reflecting our circle of conflict and shame,

A blink of escape from war and dissent,

For a banker, a chemist, a guy with some scent