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