SILENT CONQUEROR

It begins in the neck Then leads to the heart Or maybe the reverse is true It doesn't matter Because it's the process That makes it impossible to renew Your neck is on the line Yet it's the head that goes Rolling down the track That had it grow Power, Power, Power Men doth always seek power No matter how it comes Sacrifices must be made New enemies forged In the blood river that runs ...to death Hmmm...in conquering that fear One must become black breath Willing to sever all ties And pass through a million deaths I see you sitting on the throne In white halls and houses Acting as king Yet nothing of growth Can be seen in your vines That only the void brings ...to light So sad to constantly die And yet never lived No experience of humanity Can be seen in your sieve No matter, no matter The war is won And your stiff neck is done The power gained Could never remain Because there is nothing new under the son Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-09-2024