Go and tell the elders
I’ve no age to fight.
A sure them from the hills
I’m yet to climb
Assure them:
That is the beginning of fighting.
But don’t forget
The youth’s west
That is soon
To catch with them
No more fight
No more flight
Salute their parents
With apparent future.
And for the children
Employ no song
What if they master, so young?
Wont they ambition
Into a firm hold
The master to be lonely-
From authority?
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