Stewart Gideon

Silent Night

Silent night, dreadful night
All is still amidst great fright
Beneath the dark the cry is out
The dead to the living in a quiet shout
From whence cometh the souls for transfiguration
From whence cometh the prize for the pacification
On whom falls the lot for the spiritual transit
On whom lies the spell for eternal slavery
The spirits await their gifts
The earth bemoan their release
The night is deadly, the night is calm
The morning will come, a rightful balm

Silent night, dreadful night
For men and spirits, most reverenced night
At last a soul will find a rest
And walk to the ancestors with servants next
The heart of boys drench in fear and cold
The convictions of the old grow strong and bold
At last the land will no longer be in peril
At last culture has coughed out its evil
But to the masters, the objects of adoration
And to the slaves, the martyrs of tradition
Sleep in perfect peace
Sleep in perfect peace


tribute to the souls of those lost as a result of blind cultural practices. adieu!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 29, 2011

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