<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Instruments Of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The baton is raised.<br>Silent savagery, lurks in the green.<br>Silent feet, step softly, <br>waiting for fear to explode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sound make...let no twig break...<br> <br>breathe softly, begging breath, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">beat quietly, pounding heart.<br> <br>Like drums, stretched too tight, <br>under the shadow of fisted war sticks.<br> <br>Like steel strings, stretched too tight, <br>under poised sharp fingers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The instruments lie waiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The baton falls! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thunderous collage of, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">flashes and screams, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fire and flesh, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">metal and bone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ripping, <br>stripping, <br>life dripping, <br>red tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The conductors baton stills, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as the green grows silent, <br>he smiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instruments, lie broken, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the green smolders, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and tomorrow, <br> <br>remembers no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(1990)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Vuyakovich">George Vuyakovich</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397134" data-title="Instruments Of War de George Vuyakovich" data-description="The baton is raised. Silent savagery, lurks in the green. Silent feet, step softly, waiting for fear to explode. No sound make...let no twig break... breathe softly, begging breath, beat quietly, pounding heart. Like drums, stretched to..."></div> </div> </div>

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