War begins with silence and ends with it. <br />But whoever sleeps on the grave wins <br />for a day, but not forever; <br />The grave keeps no secrets but of fools, they say <br />Whose wives they cannot love but another, <br />Whose sons they cannot feed but betray. <br />Who is he to win an army with foul words in his mouth <br />That drinks the filth of his own soul? <br />Let him with his reasons to justify count them with his breath. <br />Let him who is imprisoned break free from death <br />With his head cleaving on a spear… <br />Looking down at his lifeless body, begging to be whole. <br />The soul he lost in darkness, never will be recovered in the light. <br />And who is she to fight for the crown with the snakes on her lips <br />That sneak out of the flesh of her own defeat? <br />Let her whose breasts still hold life pledge allegiance to her gods <br />That her faith unfail her in the cold; <br />For the night will stay longer and the sun will somewhere wander <br />Till all the stars have bled and the moon in her grey hair crawl. <br />And there will be no end to it as was with silence. <br />Nay, wars never end and so with peace. <br />For peace feeds upon blood, and blood with weak men <br />And women who were chased for nothing but a ring <br />That cannot even hold a man's loyalty to her crown. <br />But crowns need no heads to be crowns. <br />And bodies need no head to stand in thrones. <br />Surely, hell must be laughing with treason which only truth it proclaim. <br />And only those whose eyes can read this <br />Will only be those who can break the sword. <br />They know the winds have come to kneel before us <br />With the dead on their backs swinging as they reign. <br />Those whose mind can read this may never read this again <br />Tomorrow. Or the next. For the bridge has been crossed before it was burned <br />And there is not turning back. The war has just begun <br />In silence.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-not-tomorrow/
