Hornblowers Anonymous
The blaring horn, the sound of silence.
Constantly strident, but you can’t hear.
You just stare, but do you care?
If you care, stop for you know not what you do.
You don’t know the power you possess.
Stop before you destroy the beautiful silence
And give birth to the terrible noise.
If you don’t care, much obliged and bless your horrible soul.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2012
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