The Soldiers Of Silence Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

I glanced towards past battlefields, littered with dust
Scars of engagement had ripped though all trust
No reasons remained to mark that horrible time
Rubble and Chaos, those legacies of crime

At the crest of the Valleys, stood legions of mine
All knowing bystanders, yet mute for all time
No sun glinted easy, no heat for lost souls
A tragic sad struggle, no logic on scrolls

Down in the Darkness, where struggles had ceased
Hearts in pain, cowering stillness always a beast
How count we the wounded and honor the dead?
A cycle of violence was built on those who bled

My weapons lay useless, unable to remain
The solid vast secrecy of past lies and pain
I shouldered a vast weapon of lyrical blame
Yet Soldiers of Silence, ever they came

Their tactics inviolable, tempered with fears
Secrecy their strategy, and sad terrible tears
A rhythm of futility, a repetition of waste
Could love's gentle wisdom grant eternity all haste?