he must be very sad this year
It rained in spring, then it rained in summer
raining in autumn, it’s raining in winter
maybe it’s time to throw back the splinter
a piece of wood that cut his son
sharp pierced fingers then sharp pierced toes
the splinter that gorged his side
‘darkness’ the message so far and wide
Blood stained rivers the poisoned touch
from gods own hand he felt it such’
twas much too much pain to bare
closing his eyes from blood stained hair
maybe next year he will return
to harvest the world for the world will learn
Note from author
May everyone have a most glorious Merry Christmas and an amazing 2025 love - Patrick Hines
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