The ash will fall, settling silent
while the barrels cool.
No noise will come as the last
head hits dirt.
No words, no amount of
prayer will set still hearts in motion.
No deaf ears will continue to ignore
at that point,
and no one will wonder
about the meaning of it all.
With all weapons,
hearts,
and minds settled,
maybe then
we'll
finally learn.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
The ash will fall, settling silent
while the barrels cool.
No noise will come as the last
head hits dirt.
No words, no amount of
prayer will set still hearts in motion.
No deaf ears will continue to ignore
at that point,
and no one will wonder
about the meaning of it all.
With all weapons,
hearts,
and minds settled,
maybe then
we'll
finally learn.
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