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Funeral Mounds"Of all the pulpits from which human voice isEver sent forth, there is none from which it Reaches so far as from the grave" The sun was rising solemn Among the trees of this hallowed wood At the graves o the thousands fallen In solemn silence also we stood This is no place for hope and faith Yet fires still burn In darkest night there sparks a light Catharsis through mourns Funeral mounds Bleeding like open wounds Like thorns in the crown Gracing temples of truth Another stone is cast To reinforce the barricade Another blood offered in trust That sacrifice is never late In barren ground bones make no sound Deaf to our pleas Reminding us that our pride Is reborn in tragedies Funeral mounds Bleeding like open wounds Like thorns in the crown Gracing temples of truth Lives fade away And mounds remain Future is bleak Thus mounds will speak |