Salt On the Wound

Like salt Once stab It Burns Too bad It hurts To know The place Quite mad No cut Makes worse Or course More terse Then knowing All terrible Deeds Traversed Is pie In the sky All relevant Verse Is getting there Be Salvation Or terse Should I now Hold thought To difficult Way Do I spread Newspaper In pious Each way Do I fold Like a flag The news Of each day Is it history Calls me Or event Of the Day Is the wound Getting worse And how much Do we pay?