Concrete hands

Concrete hands
25 november 2017 admin

He built a world of solid stone
with his concrete hands
the more he wishes to expand
the more his loving strands

I’ve often seen his lands, they are
glistening in the morning rain
the distance that he spans is far
but never worth the blood and pain

which floods the carvings and will stain
then only sadness will remain

all he built, he built in vain
and there is nothing to be gained

so I will maintain,
a garden in this grey terrain
grow wolfs bane and vervain
write and sing a new refrain
that breaks the stone, so I’ll regain
a little piece of land

so that he’s able
to understand

the love that he once banned
but grows in every grain of sand

even in a concrete hand.