Ode To Silence

Throughout the land, all was quiet, silence, was all to see.

The world held still; was this all there is to be?

There was no war, and no epidemic plagued her people

But the music had died; even the church bells of the steeple

What was this demon, who had robbed the world of joy?

Surely, a very cunning, evil thing could devise such a ploy

But, instead, in the heart lied this oppressor

Invisible, and unseen; it was no aggressor

It stole hopes and dreams

But what evil could act with such despicable means?

The saddest shackles that indenture human-kind

is emptiness, an empty heart and closed mind

– Joe biggins