LestWeForget

SILENCEMalcolm GuiteNovember pierces with its bleak remembranceOf all the bitterness and waste of war.Our silence tries but fails to make a semblanceOf that lost peace they thought worth fighting for.Our silence seethes instead with wraiths and whispers,And all the restless rumour of new wars,The shells are falling all around our vespers,No moment is unscarred, there is no pause,In every instant bloodied innocenceFalls to the weary earth ,and whilst we standQuiescence ends again in acquiescence,And Abel’s blood still cries in every landOne silence only might redeem that bloodOnly the silence of a dying God.

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