Silent by the Grave
Silent, a hundred people are.
Solemnly over a hundred graves they stand.
Not a single word is uttered, heads bowed,
respects already paid.
Slowly, a hundred coffins descend.
Rain compensating for unshed tears.
Thunder replaces unheard cries,
roaring in denial and rage.
Deafening, a hundred souls are.
Six feet deep, their bodies laid to rest.
Silent crying they will remain.
Forever grieving they will stay.