In My Silence, Rests The Remains Of A Slain Beast
In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Such was once not a defeat in deep shame
rather, a great victory in a man's family name.
This day I speak this truth, of the ancient past
cherished words of sweet life, such may be my last
True, once my walk was in the clouds, lofty air
of that memory, I now have far, far less care.
Sweet love and life, thy music no longer plays
my soul, no longer rejoices in its lost ways
A harsh reality has now ate deep into my bones
dark music plays and in its loud wicked tones.
In my silence, rests the remains of a slain beast,
the gathering of wolves, to indulge in a feast.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-27-2018
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
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