Last Days

Jesus oh Jesus I’m lost in this weary weald

Fighting for the queen’s emerald

I fought, I smashed the greedy German grins

Who had come for the homicide of the innocent bumpkins

But the horse hustled and galloped and darted in that black forest

Beasts and demons now hail their weary soldier guest

Wasp & bugs fed upon the wounds of me

My county men called me a traitor who had to flee

How like a butcher I massacred those Nazi plunderers

But my men sold my honor for penny as gamblers

Your dad was not a traitor

You are the heirs of a man in whose blood courage blossomed in a glut

Take care of my guns, dogs and of course my heart

My half hearts with you but our merry dreams thwart

Saudades of our porch and this love reminisce will never fade

Dionysus and Diana have made my wild coffin hayed

Pests have eaten this valiant warrior’s leg

And my heart by my men who call me jackleg

My life has become a lonely brivet but      

My love for my country will be my only asset.