Green-eyed

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Kathmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

A poem my Dad would recite as a monologue on high days and holidays concerning the theft of the emerald eye of a buddha in Nepal in the time of the Raj.

Mad Carew, a British army officer, is goaded by his sweetheart to steal the jewel for her birthday present, he is injured in the attempt and then she tells him off for doing it! She storms off to her birthday ball [He can't go because of his injuries] and when she comes back to say sorry he is dead, butchered by the guardians of the 'little yellow god'.

Be careful what you wish for!