'Beast Of The Greenery Field' Poem by Essambeh Ebai Essambeh

Suffice it to say you've won, dear beast of the greenery field.
On your lips, you still play your song, an unending do re mi,
From friend to foe, the synergy soothingly passes on.
Always veracious from the lips, where did we really go wrong?
Five palms, an echo—can you please hear me?
Many eyes stare, and suddenly a heart shrinks.
No friend, no company; all that is left is void.
Another finger on the lip—will silence finally clear the noise?