Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
Silence shouted out of the night.
When morter rounds came raining, washing death.
Silence spoke in words of wounded men, waiting for a chopper.
When hillsides and rice patties lit up the night, Napalm spoke.
Christmas was observed with a cease fire
except for those that
knew not Christ's birthday.
Rifle fire with tracers burning red.
Silence shattered by screaming. waking up at night.
Feeling like the next round will be on me.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence
Joe Howell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-of-silence/
