Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand


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, 2005-20

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