Last Noise

In the laughter and cry of people around-

A deep silence is killing all sounds

And I’m turning deaf.


In the bright lively colours of this world-

The black shades of darkness unfurl

And I’m turning blind.


In times of injustice, I ask myself to speak-

But my words are unheard with my voice so bleak

And I’m turning dumb.


Left to dream with a blinded vision

I’m trying to listen with a deaf receiver

And shouting in hope to get back my voice-

In this struggle, I’m begging for a few moments

And all I hear is a last noise.

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