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Probate
Cacophonies of silence fill this place.
My eardrums burst with ev’ry muted shout,
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
I represent the thousands of my race
Who know the pain of which I talk about.
Cacophonies of silence fill this place
And I daren’t move; not even for a pace.
New families could quickly cast me out,
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
Seven stand, though more began the race;
Seven strong – weary, but still stout.
Cacophonies of silence fill this place.
From bloody anchor to the bloody ace,
Our grit – do not mistake it for a pout.
Though fear shall not appear upon my face,
I march across the sands bearing the mace.
Who knows the pain of which I talk about?
Cacophonies of silence fill this place…
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
Posted by Rashid on November 10, 2004 11:27 PM