And the world will lie quiet
And the tunnels dug by animals
Will fill with red dirt and bone
The executioners confection drips
From between the guillotine’s board floor
Upon rats, upon children
The stumbling bustling helpless crowd
Has vanished today taking war
Along into time’s earthen chest of dust and secrets
No human will live no fight pursue
Peace arrives upon warrior
Senator, executioner’s ax and plow
Silence is the rule
Find peace in being or peace
Will not long permit you to be
© 2011 Yorgo Douramacos
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