Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed.
When the sun sinks beneath the sand
And the moon comes out to stand-
High in the night sky filled with stars
Looking upon a land steeped in scars.
Then out of my hole in the ground
Will i creep to go where I’m bound.
Where I’m bound is a hostile place
Filled with prey that see not my face.
© 2019 The Poets Peace