Silent Street
Silent Street is eluding me
in my town hardly do I sleep
everyone is rushing, hurrying
streets mourn with loads of feet
that step on them without mercy
trucks yell every hour with weight
on their bent and dusty backs
everyone is deaf with noisy noise.
But I have some silent streets,
busy and never stagnant.
Everyone is rushing on mission;
no noise, no disorder in work.
These are the silent streets,
in the highway of my veins,
the quiet busy cross-roads
of my arteries and nerves.
everyone is busy and orderly
yet not a clash, never traffic jam
with check-points,no t revenue tax
Yet work goes on day and night,
with loads of goods delivered,
or sent from territory to territory
all day and all night long.
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