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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.”

Churchyard

Churchyard


Elders with memory hang heavy heads,
young, unknowing will beat their chests.
The words run dry and silence runs free,
it will fit any space.

The word that was required was unspoken,
silent space fills hearts with fear for what follows.
Death will walk for want of a word.

Lovers parted, wars started and the world turned.
Silence is uncaring and cries are lost in a generation.


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