Leifire Danasdaugher, 10th - Arlington, VA
The silence was broken as words were spoken
Too many lives had been lost this way.
For words kept in can keep your safety
For many, many days.
The loss of speech
Had left none to preach
Except for the queen of spades.
Who lost her tongue,
Under the rug
Of the donkey who always brayed.
If words could never hurt you
Than this story would not be true.
To kings with knives only death would suffice,
And your life is a price to pay.
The lack of sound pained some
Although some ears had just gone numb.
And most would tell you it’s dumb
To look at the land and stay.
It is hard to remove the sound from a world
As you may have heard.
Yes, each one you make
None as precious as the word.
Students 6th-12th Grades