The Dead Lie Fitful In Their Graves - Poem by Patti Masterman
Now silent, still; now freed from life
Man from woman, and husband from wife
The pregnant one with baby still inside
Nothing to fear, and nothing to hide
No more adversity, no more worry
Days unremarkably free from hurry
Plans all ended, dreams all done
No more fear of the setting sun
Who lives today shall not be saved-
The dead lie fitful in their graves.
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