Something extra is needed to describe what occurs <br />When we know ranks are closing. They say not a word. <br />But the feeling of stifle permeates air. <br />It's silent effusion is spread everywhere. <br /> <br />Faces take on avoidance hiding confusion, <br />Yes hiding behind this look of exclusion. <br />Politeness reigns when secrets lie covered <br />In stone-walling glances, but no-one seems bothered <br />As lips become tighter shade by pert shade. <br /> <br />Where does it end this deception encountered <br />When money or death needs the ghosts to be laid.? <br />It's nigh universal this being afraid <br />To speak simple truth, more than words left unsaid. <br /> <br />Ranks were closed tightly once long ago when <br />Against all innocence deemed blasphemy- Lo.! they <br />Took out the Nazarene, stoned and abused him <br />Religion-fired zealots despicably used him. <br /> <br />These lessons of closure still fall on deaf ears <br />Never learned in the telling. How many more years <br />Will battle formation by closure, shut, <br />Not only mouths but encase feared fears.?<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closing-ranks/
