Sirens sound
I have never gotten used
to the sirens sound—
a heart-piercing shriek
as shrill as a wild pig’s.
A blood-numbing wail,
A spine-chilling, hair-raising cacophony
that always jarred my nerves;
It reminds me of a baby wailing
a grim reaper slashing someone’s throat
a rapist ripping apart his victim’s dress
an angry wife tearing her marriage certificate
a frustrated father tearing the will on his deathbed
a howling wind piercing the silent night…
these sirens sound seems to me more like the Siren’s call!
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