In silent, moving pictures
brilliant flashes of horrific red
shrugs of shoulders when told to stay
turning of heads toward the grassy knoll

in silent, moving pictures
it screams to us
'A ****** hidden in the wood'
vision from the past of this fallen Hero
yet missed this day
and taken away
all but one

the vast universe is within our grasp
galaxies crystal clear, though light years away
yet what is viewed in front of us
we cannot decipher

in silent, moving pictures
the killer is killed
no words are revealed or ever written
those who spoke, forever hushed

in silent, moving pictures
it screams to us
but the screams become faint
and what is known by few
will pass to no-one