Land of the Once Scorned
Past the Darling plateau, down yonder
Through the docile jarrah trees
Where the wildest flowers wander
To and fro adorns the breeze
And the quietest fields of daisies mourn
The bodies of those once scorned
Safe away on endless tether
Awaits the region of the nether
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Over any township shire
Away, away all you once scorned
Hear the distant beckoning lyre
Away, away awaits the dawn
No more hands to lead astray
No more eyes to judge away
No more petty, petty scorn
No more single-visioned minds
Come along, away, where acres
Judge thou not, and undertakers
Lead you and return in kind
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Way out past your lowest dreary
Lower than you’ve been before
Blissful drifting solemn weary
Resting there forever more
Ask not they pity, ask not they mourn
Ask not remembrance of those once scorned
Safe away on endless tether
Awaits the region of the nether
In your body, in your mind
Within those fields and in those behind
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Past the Darling plateau, down yonder
Through the docile jarrah trees
Sprawls the land of those once scorned
Where the wildest flowers never squander
Never judge to be appeased
And the quietest fields of daisies mourn
The bodies of those once scorned
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Copyright © Herb Alyètte | Year Posted 2010
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