The Change by Michael Peck

I am not a silent poet

the fall came suddenly
the screaming of the battle
was gone
open mouths move soundlessly
in disbelief
the battle cries
sunk into the bitter ground
surrounded by destruction
it was hard to believe
any longer
new growth could push
up through the carnage
those who spoke
so eloquently of the new spring
the new spirit covering the land
the crop of hope and freedom
gathered their troops
around them proclaiming
society’s future
would be safe and better
but the rules weren’t any different
just more enforcement
while tolerance
fled the country

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