| There's A Silence in the City |
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| A silence filled the city on seven
sixteen. |
| Not, of course, in home and
office. |
| Not in factory and lab.
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| Not in school and hospital.
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| Not on street and freeway.
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| Not in park and swimming pool.
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| Not on competing radio, its
one-way babble, void, Neanderthal depth, twisting truth |
| through narrow minds so vocal in
distant DC and closer Austin. |
| No, it was a silence in hearts of
thousands. |
| It was a silence in soul and
spirit. |
| After six years and more, so
different from the day before. |
| No booming voice moving through
microphone on miles of radio signals. |
| No hearty laugh. |
| No indignant comment.
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| No probing questions to persons
and issues. |
| No information on what and whom
and where and how. |
| No calls from common folk and
those in high places of power. |
| No nuggets on news and politics,
music and travel, business and government. |
| No challenge to status quo and
rush to rear. |
| No voice of people and to people
beyond the voices of yesterday. |
| A great silence. Loud. Pervasive.
Heavy. |
| But behind the silence a very
quiet sound, |
| a voice of hope, of a future
day, |
| to hear again the voice, the
laugh, the comments, the info, |
| the calls, the nuggets, the
people's voice to and from. |
| Another day. Another venue.
Another time for light again. |
| The end of silence.
. |
| Maybe even the hand of
God |
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| © 2003 Richard
Campbell - used with permission |