After Guardian( Green Boughs)

   After  Guardian  ( Green Boughs)

My young friends  are dead,

My beloved old generation,

my  bosom pals, strong pillars,

shoulders  right in earnest

moments of grief and  glue,

dipped in blue sitting on the

edge of  sad contemplation.

Girls unwed, those wedded

Loyal to their young exuberant

masters,  now bereaved, in soil

of sacrifice and warfare for the

sake of nation’s honor and pride.   

With sanguine thought steering

always the appropriate path;

All are gone, now;  Peace  and

Glory be to them all. Elders

Now rule the roost,always governed

by stupid rules, stringent laws

over the nation of  historic pride;

“And all my own generation
They have cast into the fire”.