Hordes were rav-ag-ing
my Land of Milk and Honey.
Nothing curbed them
(though ransacking day and night).
Nothing hampered their wild rampage.
But my prowess has gone with the wind
gawk-like I stood,
redundant,
without realizing the impact of events.
Oh, verdant fields, fragrant orchards,
laughing cows and humming bees!
I am no bard at all,
but an urchin.
