When Words Fall Short

I've been quiet too long
Letting the words sit idle
Choked up, suffocating on my tongue
Waiting for them to be perfect,
But there are no words for this.
No literary devices to exact the right tone,
Only eyes to watch the world burn
To see survivors turn to killers
And brace for allies bombing allies...
Only eyes to shed tears over graves 
Where countless bodies are stripped of name
And watch the lights go out...
One after another they wax cold—
There are no words in this darkness
Nothing strong enough to lift murmured cries
Nor loud enough to drown out prattling hate.
Illumination will not come from speech,
This time, we need a sword.


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