The Guard

Poem written after the terrible events at parlement hill in Canada.

When the water flows,
And the wind blows,
Flooding— Destroying whatâs left of your home

I stand on guard for Thee

When your liberty is swayed away
When you cannot just start a fray
And you just wait for Frey

I stand on guard for Thee

But when I—
From the sword off the sheath,
fall on the ground underneath,
Will you put a wreath for me?


Will you take the guard for me?