LANCELOT

The knights have vanished from the world
Today nobody risks his life
For laced handkerchiefs.
The lady is a female.
The man became a macho.

But the swords are steel so sharp
And the heads steel fall so easy
For freedom, for belief.
We have the round tables too,
But other characters around.
Where are you, king Arthur?
And where’re troubadours?

Instead of madrigals
It’s rock, it’s pop and all the fools
Are running to nowhere.
Where’re they running now?

But when the evening falls
Its silence on the world,
Appears my Lancelot.

He puts his sword next to my feet
And tells me with a smile:
“For lady there will always be
A knight with bunch of flowers!”