Lords of Division
No passing bells For those fine fathers Who dodge and draft The deaths of others ⦿ The weapon makers’ art Is mute, no finer part Than see the sons of heaven Torn apart ⦿ ©Copyright Stephen Tanham
No passing bells For those fine fathers Who dodge and draft The deaths of others ⦿ The weapon makers’ art Is mute, no finer part Than see the sons of heaven Torn apart ⦿ ©Copyright Stephen Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Paper poppies bloom, as fragile as the lives they represent. Every year it is the same, I try to find some way of saying what is in my heart and the words will not come. I was not there, I have no right to speak of war and its atrocities. I have not seen it with my own…