The Silence

Silence
A deafening reality
that even the guns
of moments before
cannot match.
A deadly nothingness
that screams to be heard.
Life has been split two ways
that of the dead and gone
and then those that
are barely alive.
Life means the most
during the silence.

Out silence is a quiet silence.
A silence meant to reflect with
A silence that's meant
to be understood.
What are we thinking
during the silence?
Are we thinking about
pain, cold, reality,
and freedom now won?
Are we thinking about
loved ones lost?
Where are our thoughts,
during the silence?

The men at the
polished table
say nothing.
A request has been made.
Ships, tanks, guns, and men.
A battle plan that
could change history.
But there is no answer.
There is no one willing
to vote either way.
The silence is anger
embarassment,
and control.
The silence saves lives.

Millions of men are gone,
lost to a brilliant silence.
The people have been
taken into a silence
better than life.
As we stand here and reflect
trying to recreate a vision
of what was once real.
Standing here in something
that only the dead
can truly understand.
Silence.