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O’ what can stop the sound?
The metal waging an argument again.
The soul from body?
The heart from mind, and the forsaking of everything inside.
The Brother-Against-Brother World War, in a torn field for the lilies?
O’ what sight to behold, a dying bee too weak to drink the sunflower.
A soldier unarmed, without the strength to carry on.
Like a dying gunman too weak to drink the water from the canteen?
Or a dying Christian just outside the church, too weak to pray?
What will be the hour of the day?
When war will decay, and old things pass away?
The heart too gone to return.
O’ What unsaid words unearthed?
The mind is a book opened for all the read.
A face is a mural on the wall, painted for all to see.
The eyes are hands reaching out to embrace.
O’ What New World will be discovered here on Earth today?