The old mill stood majestically in the sun beaten world,
Wood splintered dry, portraying an era that had flourished long before.
Her millstones would never turn to the rhythm of crushed grain…
Or create the beads of sweat that roll silently
Down an old man’s back.
After so many years of building barriers, digging trenches
Setting stone, and preparing to do battle,…
Shooting firearms for many people is fun and exciting. They are used as tools for hunting, recreation, self defense and unfortunately in many cases, have been used in acts of violence. Firearms have also been involved in needless accidents…
My silent warriors have returned,
With their gallant cries and muted groans.
Again, they scale impregnable barriers,
With lives that were once their own…
Sitting in my room cigarette in hand,
a candle flickering to the breath
of each life long beat of time,
I wonder thoughtfully if its mine…
My body, thrown into battle by the invisible,
Eating my strength from inside.
Causing my mind to wander from…
A body limp with death, lies at the bottom of a bridge. Was it really worth it? People converge on the body blabbering, smiling, all stuffing their faces with dinner. Why did he do it? A police officer appears…
My silent warriors are no more,
Their grandeur given to some strange hiding place
Where only the dust of battles fought in years past
Appears on their unstained uniforms.
Their cannon no longer roar
With the sounds that sent men sprawling,
Nor fill the air with the fruits
Of their harvest.
Their gallant charges are only flickering memories
With the sound of the bugle
And the fall of each man;
As they rushed the mighty fortress
Of the living room chair.
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