Untitled by Anonymous

I had a way of hearing only the galloping,
even when the canons were blasted.

“Must keep going”,
the thud of my horse’s hooves
had to silence the
boom after boom;
sounds marking
the unwanted delivery
of their gifts for us,

The only antidote of our pain,
is help for the helpless
and if not that then,
honour the pain
of the

And I had a knack
for getting to that remedy.
Until one day,
when I’d become
a part of it

 But even then,
the galloping,
could be heard.

And even then,
did we,
live on.

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