Muffled the bells ringing lay
like silence on the land
where wind-snapped flags
once billowed
where wild horses ran free
and forests of ancient evergreens
lapped the shores of a distant sea
Now liberty is a lullabye
a tale of golden years rare
as the rippling grain fields
that once carpeted the plains
before the darkness fell like rain
before the people barred their doors
against neighbors and friends
before they waged a war
without an end...
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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