Silent

Silent as the first austere ship pervaded these white shores. Silent when the chains rattled so loudly with the storms. Silent as the lambs were torn away from their flock. Silent as the iron pen of slavery was locked. Silent as the chill of sweat and avarice took hold. Silent as the heat of sun and blood when the whip would unfold. Silent as the stars and stripes were burned at our nation’s hands. Silent as the hills were painted with the blood of angry men. Silent when the fields faded to industrious fumes. Silent when a world at war changed nothing of this doom. Silent have the years gone by, and still our hearts are sore. The past is filled with silent men. We will be silent no more.