Again On A Loud Path Poem by Kevin Familia

Again on a loud path
To see a people's wrath
Going, not knowing where they bath
Baths of self, and weary loudness
Oh, those sounds they make, not knowing of their sadness

They see not what they want, on that loud path!
By which they bath in their selfs and wrath
There loud screams came streams of only, rageness
Which then, I only said 'Fools only follow their own made tools! '

Only on that loud path, daunted with wrecknesses
Was their own insanity in vanity
Of themselves, I could not be with their calamity
I am only separated, from their force, strong as gravity

There mindlessness was nonsense
On a loud path, full of their own made misery
This mystery, their own realization of their own self history!
That led them on again on a loud path!