Turn the Sod To Find a Hand In Your Hand
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
Lord of your dreams come to haunt your reason
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land
One mistake too many mounting offhand
Scars experiences of every person
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
If only you could have known before hand
What destiny marked out as your poison
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land
You wouldn’t hasten to offer your hand
Extremes make for a right lethal portion
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
No sacrifice should be your last command
Come bodies: go in sundered unison
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land
If you interfere with Nature’s grand plan
Then gladly pay the price of treason
Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand
Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:
Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012
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