Sounds Rattling

 

We’ve heard the rattle and rhythmic clingsOf metals, and woods and plasticsBreath out music; melodic inspirationsWe’ve even heard the dulcet humoursTunes of our hearts beat rhythmicallyAnd our troubles rest their tides But the rhythmic clings of terrorSound rattles of the rifflesAnd the millipede march of tanksIn and around our neighbourhoodsWe only hear music of cries, stenchOf fear and awful aroma of death Once, we honoured those gone before usThe interment jewels of dirgesIn celebration of heroism if not cowardice And reserved the songs of bliss for othersPeople, just us, now living funeral hymnsAwaiting the backup beats of TroopsAgainst the obsessed suicide explosives-The boom bangs of mass deaths