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
by Steve 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
Category: Mystical poetry, Silent Eye School
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Poignant…but painful words… says it all, really…
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We have come to accept the unacceptable – and live in the wake of that decision’s paranoia…
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