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When Silence Speaks
The devil sleeps in the hearts of men,
When silence speaks no need of pen,
Like a puppet master pulling strings,
Empathy dangling as the devil sings.
Humanity resides in dreams despair,
Hope futile against the growing swell,
Frothing, the raging silent tongues,
As blinkered pillars can do no wrong.
Temples propped where angels sleep,
Caryatids overt when silence speaks
On higher ground in solemn prayer
Halos removed to gloat and stare.
No tears depart when silence speaks,
Below the parapet the pliant meek,
To sow in fields where shallow reaps,
On mountain climbs a price too steep.
Revenge is sweet, when silence speaks ,
It snuffs a life, whilst steadfast keeps,
But weathered hearts so true and strong,
As I reflect on self, I see only one.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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