In a world of din surrounding us
Blaring blasts of clatter noise
Rumpus rackets clamorous
Raining death on our enjoys
Sounds of silence in the naked light
Reading lips of words unheard
Sitting hushed inside a padded cell
A Nightingale sings undeterred
On a hypertensive turmoil train
Ruckus clacks on railway tracks
Disrupting anybody’s quiet life
Relieved when carried off in sacks
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