No Respite

Sweet silence, you are being chased away
In increments our consciousnesses from
No room remains within for inner play
No haven anywhere the clatter from

Our engines of destruction and of ease
Our traffic, on the roads and in the skies
The media our lowest instincts please
Base argument which all our love belies

We fill up Nature’s sweet, melodic air
With sounds of violence, sorrow and pain
There is no respite from it anywhere
Move to the country — find it there again

For they turn on the television will
So we can listen to the latest kill