Darkness releases the shadows where it’s safe to hide
The battle’s been fought, all thoughts have died.
Mindful of steps that beckon beyond
The graves with no voices that cannot respond.

Pain surrounds and walks close at hand.
Only in agonising madness is it safe to stand.
Escape is fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond
Except to graves with no voices that can respond.

Once there was beauty where now ugliness stands
Time was a treasure that was ripped from the hands.
Imagination is suffocated by the billowing fronds
That grow on the graves where nobody responds.

Warriors were warriors on one frightful day,
When life came along and swept them away.
Now they’re dead and the life they’re beyond
As they rest in their graves and never respond.

Dreams always vanish as the guns are fired
And the ground swallows the bodies of those expired.
Graves don’t always carry the names of the dead.
But we all walk on bodies wherever we tread.

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