Jessel Jane Tevar Toring
Today, Not Tomorrow - Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring
War begins with silence and ends with it.
But whoever sleeps on the grave wins
for a day, but not forever;
The grave keeps no secrets but of fools, they say
Whose wives they cannot love but another,
Whose sons they cannot feed but betray.
Who is he to win an army with foul words in his mouth
That drinks the filth of his own soul?
Let him with his reasons to justify count them with his breath.
Let him who is imprisoned break free from death
With his head cleaving on a spear…
Looking down at his lifeless body, begging to be whole.
The soul he lost in darkness, never will be recovered in the light.
And who is she to fight for the crown with the snakes on her lips
That sneak out of the flesh of her own defeat?
Let her whose breasts still hold life pledge allegiance to her gods
That her faith unfail her in the cold;
For the night will stay longer and the sun will somewhere wander
Till all the stars have bled and the moon in her grey hair crawl.
And there will be no end to it as was with silence.
Nay, wars never end and so with peace.
For peace feeds upon blood, and blood with weak men
And women who were chased for nothing but a ring
That cannot even hold a man's loyalty to her crown.
But crowns need no heads to be crowns.
And bodies need no head to stand in thrones.
Surely, hell must be laughing with treason which only truth it proclaim.
And only those whose eyes can read this
Will only be those who can break the sword.
They know the winds have come to kneel before us
With the dead on their backs swinging as they reign.
Those whose mind can read this may never read this again
Tomorrow. Or the next. For the bridge has been crossed before it was burned
And there is not turning back. The war has just begun
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