Oxymoron

It’s been a long-short, easy-hard,

Noisy-quiet time since the

Frizzy-frazzle, paddy-paddle

Came-went away.

And the clearly muddled message

Of our logical-nonsensical

Led us all to follow

What unspoken words can say.

 

And the moving stillness calls us

In a voice we cannot hear

With a razor dullness sharper

Than the blunt end of a spear.

Come and heed the mute rendition

Of a song no one is singing.

Come and wrap your restless arms

Around the nothing that is there.

 

We will win the losers battle.

We will fight them in retreat,

Run to cover with a vengeance,

Raise our flag in proud defeat.

They shall feel our passive anger,

The grave weakness of our might.

We will teach an unlearned lesson

In surrendering to fight.