Silent Scream
No that was not a shout
No that was not a scream
Look at those French fields of green
Hear the wind carry thousands of broken dreams
Close your eyes and listen to your heart
Close your eyes and listen to your soul
They connect with the fallen
Who can't ever go home
No that was not a shout
No that was not a scream
It didn't echo from the fields
Their sacrifice is forever
That sound that you hear
That tortured scream
Is your reaction to this
This now what you've felt and seen
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2017
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