Sunday, 6 February 2011

Silent March

A thousand feet march a million miles,
Their orders an unwritten law.
Above their heads, forcing their smiles,
Flies the blood red banner of war.

From hamlets of life dead cities arise,
Amid newborn strife laughter's child dies,
Love's churches fall in rough shallow graves,
Deafeated saints crawl, condemned to be slaves

By an unspoken word from an unknown mind
In a land of anyone where no-one is kind, 
And seas of sorrow wash shores of sadness,
Where hate makes dark any glimmer of gladness.

A thousand hearts cry a million tears,
Their desire a mere open-mouthed stare.
But nobody, nobody, nobody hears -
There's nobody, nobody there. 


17 January 1972

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