Out I Come

Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed.

Mahatma Gandhi

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

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