POLITICAL Poem: Silence, by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

“Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small face of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.” – Elie Weisel

In the silence much is said
For God to witness countless dead

When truth was needed to speak aloud
We held our tongues as silent crowd

Not a fall of snow showered night
But rain of ashes from spirits flight

No defiant words were spoke
As children burned to blackish smoke

What remains are words unsaid
For in the silence…our souls have fled.

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History is a clock
That ticks in time
Where past is future
In moments that ryhme