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Subject: Marching Whispers

Author:
wysey

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Date Posted: 15:06:58 04/08/02 Mon

Marching Whispers

And they whispered suddenly,
Denying they ever did.
They are soon joined by others,
The breath becomes a chant.
Swiftly it becomes ever louder,
Marching down an inevitable path.
Still they don�t admit it.
Cautiously they prepare
For a battle they don�t expect to see,
Their blindness only compounded
By their misguided folly.
The chant grows to a defiant cry
Of national unity,
Others hesitantly begin to murmur
In far-off countries;
A wildfire now, unquenchable,
The thirst for death and murder.

It�s sprung upon them brutally
A savage and primitive beast.
It�s impending obviousness
Lost among the screams
Of those who whispered least;
It�s ferocity leaves precious little,
But little is precious to those it leaves.
The brave soldiers fight endlessly,
Leaving devastated homes
On a production line
Which ends with only death.
In less than a lifetime their names are forgotten,
Remembered only by a moss-covered rock
We quaintly call a memorial
To an event we don�t remember.
Or wish to do so.

�It wasn�t our fault�, they innocently plead,
When the beast has left;
Leaving ravaged lands and raped minds,
Already they�re guilty of forgetting.
They drag the dead away,
Their dearly beloved�s unseeing eyes frozen open,
Locked in an eternally terrified gaze.
The image of a false prophet
Shining death;
Carved from death;
Bringing only death,
Forever printed in those pearls.
Those who whispered are silent now
But not by choice.
Everything has changed.
And so has nothing.

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Re: Marching Whispers	The Madpoet	19:02:30 04/09/02 Tue