Silent 

That of which we did not speak

Those things we dared not say

Kept it quiet, nice and tidy

Denied the coming judgement day

Too late then to speak out loud

Permanence, it wouldn’t be denied

Pity, you will mumble,

“Warn you, I did try”

What was flesh and blood and honor, gone

Discussed in a tense called past

Laid to rest, a history

However good, it didn’t last

We’ll look out onto the horizon

And maybe shed a tear

But only for ourselves

For we stayed silent out of fear

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