Oxymoron

It’sbeen a long-short, easy-hard,

Noisy-quiettime since the

Frizzy-frazzle,paddy-paddle

Came-wentaway.

Andthe clearly muddled message

Ofour logical-nonsensical

Ledus all to follow

Whatunspoken words can say.

 

Andthe moving stillness calls us

Ina voice we cannot hear

Witha razor dullness sharper

Thanthe blunt end of a spear.

Comeand heed the mute rendition

Ofa song no one is singing.

Comeand wrap your restless arms

Aroundthe nothing that is there.

 

Wewill win the losers battle.

Wewill fight them in retreat,

Runto cover with a vengeance,

Raiseour flag in proud defeat.

Theyshall feel our passive anger,

Thegrave weakness of our might.

Wewill teach an unlearned lesson

Insurrendering to fight.