Eastern Bluebird Eating

Writings titanium July

Goliath .

I dueled with any kind of hero,
armies destroyed and created widows,
with honor, putting me on a plate.

Where are the rivers of milk and honey?

I made harmless fast arrows
elsewhere killed demigods
always with honor, always at par.

Where are the rivers of milk and honey?

Where is the honor now in this challenge?
Where is the balance in this struggle?
Where is the pride of the battle?

Where are the rivers of milk and honey?

What an honor killing is a boy? What
parity exists between the sword and the slingshot?
What is the fight the absurd?

Where are the rivers of milk and honey?

The game of war, is now more that
The honors of war what is now remote
Fanatic is the look of this shepherd.

This is not the land of rivers of milk and honey?

From Canaan the honor has now been banned.
in the Jordan Valley in retrospect it was dissolved. Goliath
time has passed, times have changed.

This is not the land of rivers of milk and honey

Courage shepherd, I even take off my helmet,
times are changing, no longer to me, the time is now
hatred certainly not honor

This is not the land of rivers of milk and honey

You kill people for each circuit wives, friends
will sell for thirty jangling silverware,
will kill lambs to eat the pigs.

This is not the land of rivers of milk and honey

. . . . . . and perhaps it ever was!