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Then, all was quiet.

Aft armies of words conquered
tongue twisting lands.
While phrased-chains
bound with gags
slave’s mouthly hands.

All went quiet
on the Western Front.
Eastern stillborn syllabic discord
silently bore the brunt.

Powerful vowels
kissed consonant prominence
at deathly hours
they were gossip’s dominance.

Squadrons o’ sashes
brainwashed pails o’ lies.
Pogroms lay bleeding
in crimson eyes.
Quadrans placed o’er
red pane’s demise.
All fell quiet
when their piece was spoken.
Common words
met their lowly end.
Swift mute compliance
when peace was broken.
A black ominous bird’s
crowed lament.

All goes quiet
when it’s bled from us.
A hushing quiet
when all said is shushed.

All were quiet
when their words were taken.

All are quiet
and our words forsaken.


All is quiet, now.


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© poormansdreams

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