I have blunted my spade, as there are too many graves,
I have shovelled mounds of dirt and mud, not braved
the thought that none of these graves are necessary.
Stepping over the bodies lined in their hundreds
No one spotted the flaw in my arguments or cared,
I have ravaged my heart with thoughts such as these
Why do I do it can someone tell me now please?

In the process of mending fences and painting them
I was clobbered by a rusty old shovel belonging
To the one who wanted more than mere revenge,
Blood streamed down my face but that was not enough,
because the one that held the tool in their hand
was clear in their intention to bury me always alive,
did I deserve this once then and now how many times?

I decided to refill all the graves with good intent
But that was not good enough either the despised one
Was on my back tearing at me and taking off flesh,
Not satisfied to see me spend time digging and refilling
No there had to be a higher price to pay, a further reach
a deeper payment was needed that would bankrupt my heart.
No, I will fill every open grave, because I had done my part.