Old Guard. (c) Miroslav Vlcek 2007.

I could see unemployed logger drinking heavy

washing down his bitterness of life.

I too could see an executive of large corperation

justifying their downsizing

with the tongue sharp like a edge of sharpest knife.

And there is no hope for quick solutions so much wanted

only the stale aftertaste and more.

There is a urgent need for many reforms

in our society.

But the Old Guard is holding the key

for the door.

And There are the presumptions of all

future requirements.

And it is a smooth function of our world

what is in stake.

But so again it is up on to the Old Guard

to take their foot off from the brake.

And I could also see

young Bigots swearing their legions to the Old Guard.

postponing all processes for long time to come.

And so there no hope . . . . door.