KARMA

Come talk to me, come tell me 
How karma takes a hand
Though my suffering was plenty 
The universe will take a stand

Even though I shed so many tears
None of it was right
I was building up karma points all those years
That would even out my plight

All I see is a suburban house
Fine automobiles outside
The Grim Reaper nowhere, that louse
He has taken another soul to ride

So forgive me when your karma
Does nothing for my pain
It does not heal trauma
I have nothing left to gain



Tanya Mills