The word

A silent communicar

That audibly saith not

But eloquently speaketh  of untold deeds

thou seeth it not when but spoken

No, thou heareth it

‘Oh, I see,’ you say in comprehension.

And written when it’s,

Thou heareth it not

But eloquently speak

To thee or of thine deeds

‘Oh, true its,’ you say in agreement

To the valley of guilty conscience it drives thee

Thine heart, to remorse it commits

Remorse so strong that judgment can not cure.

The word, oh the word,

Canes more than cane!

And more than any sword would, deep it cuts!

Every stone heart unto jelly melts

The word, oh the word!

                                              Opolot Simon