• March of the guard

    They emerge from the jungle The drums pound in their hearts Loud, in the distance In their ribs A beat of excitement, booming of terror Rawhide stretched tight and clubs pound Gems of sweat glisten on brows Tanned skin tight over wet chests A heavy sigh and deep breath Freedom beats in the veins The march of the Guard The sultry jungle full of passion Sweltering heavy air and steam Lower the arrows, the spears, the guns The march of the Guard They emerge from the jungle.