Whispering swords (Inside the walls)A Poem by M.Kilanithese are two poems combined togetherOnly those whom words are loud can enjoy silence And we the silent ones, dare to shout and scream For only a dead fish swims along a stream Yet we whisper neither in silence nor in fear Screaming won’t make a dead man hear We gather to the alter of life No sword, gun, chain, or knife
And into the night A knight next to knight With words of right We’ll march to the light As tyrants feed us hideous rage From the heart of silence a war will emerge For our words can never age For we are rage upon a page Silently we’ll mourn And await another dawn Until no place is left for words We’ll unsheathe our whispering swords And we shall be there There behind the walls Where none see anything at all Where a man is getting old Where a child is getting cold Where an orphan cries over father’s blood And the worms from his brain invade the mud Where they run for a cover under a tin roof Believing it is water, rocket, and bullet proof
Where a field of oil is a massive grave And the home of innocent is a diamond cave Where the mine-fields are their playground No water, no food can be found There in a land where pigs can rule Where killing a child is officially un-cruel Where death repents for their crimes Where they all stand and watch, they, the mimes Where all kneel to please a politician To practice man’s oppression For the money they will collect Where all misery is politically incorrect © 2010 M.KilaniAuthor's Note
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