by Errol Quinn

Created on: September 22, 2011   Last Updated: September 24, 2011

Down in the cellar
The children hid
Hoping they were
off the radar grid

If they made no noise
They wouldn't be found
And so suppressed
All human sound

They waited in fear
For the storm to pass
For an ocean's fury
To be a sea of glass

The hours crawled by
In mute apprehension
As their fragile lives
Hung in suspension

This is how it is
For victims of violence
Who's only defense
Is a shield of silence

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