Paikin's Song

Yet No Matter Much It Makes

Yet no matter much it makes
This your lying
For you are to be sent
To the dark dark place
We send the fools
Who stand against us

So save your breath
You'll surely need it
Where we send you
For no such place is it
To rest and take it easy

Now don't you wish
You'd stayed safe
In your distant life
You'd made since leaving
For it had to be
Much more to your liking
And not a place
To try your soul
With unending misery

Oh there was that
Upon the Earth
To be quite sure
But not for me
As lucky I was
To have made my way
In goodly comfort

Silence I said
I don't want to hear from you
Since you are but a liar
Not that the truth
Would have saved you
It just would have been
The better thing to do

And the slap that came
Stung him harsh
And lingered long
With a hint of red
That he wondered when
He'd wind up dead

Charles Petrie