Poem -
Wading Deep
The devil wades deep in the
blood at his feet
The tiny child hangs from the
sky like dead meat
Who is the good guy and who is
the bad
I know of some truths but these
truths make me sad
The man in the middle is stretched
on a rack
A teddy held high and a mop on
his back
Tell me, who is the good guy
And who is the bad
I know of some truths and these
truths make me sad
The sight of the dad on a rack
makes me cry
And I don't know what's truth
And I don't know what's lie
I thought I knew truths but those
truths must be lie seems
Both devils and gods crave
Most good things to die
M P 28/8/22
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