Babel
"A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.”
-Alexander Smith
Everyone is talking,
No one is listening,
It’s an ambience of confusion,
It’s an aura of commotion.
No one understands each other,
It’s a chaotic order,
Violence is brewing,
Appearances are misconstruing.
Words are spoken but not sunken in,
It’s a marvel that hadn’t been seen,
Melee pervades and invades,
Gloom comes in different shades.
We go our different ways,
It’s the rise of dark days,
We go in search of light,
A panacea to the fight.
April 5, 2024.
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