Song of silence
The trumpets of remembrance call to me
from their deep and dark slumber,
they arise,
calling out to anyone
who cares to hear
their lonely desperate song
falling upon deaf ears,
like seeds upon dry ground,
the song refuses to sprout
and like a melancholy sound,
it rings
with no music, no song
the orchestra continues.
A lifeless sing-along,
with the souls of men as the beat
and the memories of the lost blaring
and the overwhelming heat
on the battleground where the rain patters
feet batter
the overused, blood corroded ground,
crying out in distress,
but no-one hears it's song
no-one but dead souls to sing-along
to the ringing of the bell.
Ding dong.
death count: 1
death count 100
But the ringing of the bells,
falling upon deaf ears
are they deaf or dead?
No one knows.
and like a melancholy sound,
it rings
with no music, no song
the orchestra continues.
A lifeless sing-along
with the souls of men as the beat
and the memories of the lost blaring
and the overwhelming heat
on the battleground where the rain patters
feet batter
blood spatters
lives matter
but do they?