SILENCE FOR SIRE

Agonizingly, A friend, and wise king, He




Begged for his life.



I woke & witnessed his naked strife.



As softly he spoke out his pleas,



Softer, I called my ”All Mercy”.



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If only, as when our women grieve,



I should wear a veil, head bent.



I would shield my damning grief,



And all my disillusionments