Don’t cry for us earth mother
If we die in this dreamland
All we are here just poppies
And therein we’re contented
The kestrel will fly forever
Or the belligerent MiG twenty
If we lost early don’t be sorrow
Cause the new kids of front-line
Will be borrow!
Definitely we’ll be lost very soon
Or turn into ashes by burning, smoldering
Don’t be sorrow, don’t feel grief
At least we will rise again as grasses
In a brief!
16th June, 2016