The piercing thrum Of life begun A song that doesn’t cease Irregular strums Of hearts undone Heavy cries released The battering drums Of those unsung Will never be appeased I sang for some Their bleak souls wrung By what my voice would tease A hopeful hum Bright as the sun A chant that promised peace I cried for none For I was one Whose song was one that ceased Now hums and strums And thrums are done All sound is now deceased Mother to violence Widowing silence And no one left to speak