All The Grasses Turning Yellow

yellow-spot-in-grass

All the crops are rotting raw

All the days we march to order

All the men are sent to war

Guard we must the country’s border

All the grasses black become

All the soldiers with disease

How was our good will undone?

What has made us us ill at ease?

On the plains no tigers found

Oxen too have fled from sight

Saddened soldiers hold their guard

Resting not, through day and night

Through the bushes foxes run

Tails and shadows in the grasses

To the battle soldiers come

Chariot after chariot passes

~ Book of Songs. Zhou Dynasty~

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