Stomps and pounds from boots in water
Leaps and bounds from beach to shore
Booming sounds of guns and slaughter
Whining hounds and flying gore
An orange gown of leaves and raindrops
Falls among the sodden ground
Horse’s hooves are boldly clopping
Striding over ditch and mound
Creatures freeze and crouch and cower
Still, in hope they won’t be found
Why can we not use our power?
Why can’t we be turned around?
Stop and stand, be still and listen
Taking only what is ours
Let the silence change our systems
Let the earth regrow and flower