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Now is the time to put away your swordTo heed the warning of the prophet’s word
Who from a distant shore rang the alarm
To warn you that the path would lead to harm
Confused confusion serves to lead the way
Mute tongues though mute in silent mumbles pray
Blind eyes unseeing only see the dark
Deaf ears though deaf still hear the jackals bark
Waste your last breath reciting poor ballades
You curse your fate and shake your fist at gods
The clouds roll on, no notice do they take
Of mourning masses wailing at the wake
No grain can grow where blood pollutes the ground
One single voice is heard above the sound
“Now is the time to put away your sword”
And heed the warning of the prophet’s word
© 2011 H M Bascom
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