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Vroom! The loudest noise echoes the night
Construction starts.
The night is shaken by booms and bangs
Of trucks, of heavy machines!
To have a road, a smoother wider road
The path to peaceful sleep is shaken
The ears cry of pain
The head pains in sigh.
No soul is asleep,
The once peaceful village
Is now plagued by noise.
The jolly cuckoo is frightened,
It stops singing.
Village dogs are shocked,
They are tired of barking,
Roosters cover their beaks,
Why should they crow?
Booms, bangs and vrooms, it never stops.
What have we done to deserve such a torture?
Greed for money,
Greed for development,
Greed for progress,
Greed for speedy journey!
Must development deprive us of sanity?
Nobody, not a soul dare to question.
Afraid of what?
Waiting for a sacrificial brave rat to bell the cat?
The village brought it upon itself.
Leaders fail to intervene,
The night progresses in agony,
Why construct the road at night?
Days and nights, forced to stay indoors
To escape death, to tend health!
But the road builders are immune to coronavirus?
In this lawless land,
Chaos on the road,
Chaos in the night,
Chaos inside the head!
Windows shake, the night shakes
Insanity is creeping near!
To connect with the outside world,
Another world is destroyed.
The village wails,
The birds are silenced,
The trees are uprooted,
Dust in the air,
Noise in the air!
If black art can be summoned
To zap this noise
To zap the machines
To zap the workers
To zap the leaders
To zap development!
Oh no, we don’t need another development wave!
We don’t need no road,
We don’t need no smoother road,
We don’t need no wider road!
For the comfort of tomorrow,
The ears are deaf,
Nature is silenced,
Noise wrecked the quietest night!

Listen, this road is your doomsday!
The noise deafen your ears,
You hear no noise now,
You hear no evil,
You hear no cries,
You hear no truth,
You hear no future!
The road steals your land,
The road steals your hearing.
The road steals your pristine nature,
The road steals your sleep.
In the years to come,
When the next generations lose everything,
Please, mourn not, whine not!
Speak not today,
Your voices are forever muted.
The noise continues...
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