GSOWS

A New Breed of Herder: From Staff to Submachine Gun

Shield your sword,
Forget not your rod.
Is that not your call?
Then why seek our fall?

​Your fathers' integrity was nomadic,
Unconcerned with the academic.
Then what is now your headache,
As the mind's learning awakens?

​The gun you hold,
That you carried in bush and on road—
The very reason you are bold—
Is the work of academia unfolded.

See the effect of hearts sold
To cowardice instead of being bold:
Hearts full of bitterness in loads,
To this generation, a woe.

Choose your world,
And do not enforce it with the sword.
At both ends is the power of our chosen words,
While your ancients chose the rod.

A shepherd cares,
Yet ironically, he turns into a bear,
With a heart no longer dear
To the animals they rear.

Embrace what is fair,
Stop the panic and fear,
Make the future care;
It shall reward all the children we bear.