But for a Time

 

Swing the hammer hooded man and deface all that you can

For your anger is confined but for a time but for a time

You’ll soon burn yes you’ll boil deep within the bubbling oil

Of a caldron that is as black as is your soul

Turn the stones that marked the graves

That you despise and you degrade

And remove every emblem of their god

Rant and rave mock his name

For one day you too shall claim

With a tongue that is parched but for a drop

With a tongue that is crying make it stop

Swing the hammer hooded man and deface all that you can

For your anger is confined but for a time but for a time

Can’t you see that you and me cannot tear down the wooden tree

For the green runs through its veins and it is life yes it is life

It is yours and it is mine and we all cling to the same vine

No you can’t wipe away the blood-stained soil

Dear God we must repent or boil in oil

©Kay Salady

 

 

Image Credit:  Sodahead.com

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on March 24, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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