3.            POSTING

In bungalow worship
Claims everyone their soldiership,
Being cool and in shape
And waiting their posting fate.

Again we tear apart
Even a tear when we depart
To face another alien race
Which work at a different pace.
If we are lucky we will find grace
As time find its own race.

Friend we may see rain
And called out of stagnation.
Are we not the new blood
The hope of the peaceful good?