Some
days alone
Under
cloudy skiesNo one I think holding a stone
Seems to dare or even tries
Hurling it at falsehood and lies…
I now live in past centuries,
Never truly grasping
Each and every day’s
Intrusion and disrupting
Rumble of angry forays
Entering the realm of war
Against so-called hostile arrays
Long kept in sight with a far
Look into centuries
Yet to appear on the altar
Made of man’s dark fantasies…
I now live in silence
Smelling dying roses
Shuffling along in slippers
Yet to be worn
Over time left for me
Under cloudy skies…
Tatul Sonentz
2015
Sad but not hopeless. Enlightened must never be silenced.
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