When Men
By Jean Bush
When men were men
And women sighed and fell into their arms.
The ready sword and tightened clasp
Had kept them all from harm.
The world today’s a’changing;
The enemy far and wide.
But the men today fall cringing
At the vast and bloody tide.
The warriors are but history
As our women flail about.
They’ve lost their loved protector,
Of that there is no doubt.
The swords hang dull and rusted
As the blood seeps ever near.
And our women weep in sorrow
For the men of yesteryear.
