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The Silence |
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I remember a Silence, once,
When the guns ceased to
roar...
But, alas, that silence had
nothing to do with
the
ending of a war.
It was but a brief cease
fire,
a traditional holiday truce,
while we sang
Ancient Songs
of Peace...
and decorated a spruce.
The next day, the guns were
back in full-throated
thunder;
the peace celebrating a Sacred Birth
was gone
� completely ripped asunder.
No more blessed Silence,
Old Son,
no more gentle talk of love.
Death stalked
gleefully on every side,
and swooped down from above.
You know it don't mean nuthin'
My Man, so saddle up
and be brave...
The only Silence that lasts long here
is the Silence of the Grave. |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2007
Listed
March 15, 2011 |
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