I’ve come to embrace the silence.
Like a silent book on a top shelf
observing the world repeat in
dully peaceful pace,
I watched fireworks
of laughter, anxiety, and confusion.
Is youth a sin?
I saw youthful ones gnawing
at the rice bag sagged like
an old man’s belly, spitting at the sick,
lying through their teeth,
laughing at the ones crying for life.
who is wise anymore?
running from the shadows of pain
of loneliness, of criticisms, of judgment,
are we still making a fool out of ourselves?
11.2.2021
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