The world
Is embroiled in
All sorts of odds
The custodians
Of order are
Dishing entropy
Out to the world
And I am silent
Loudly silent.
Waiting for my
Silence to be heard.
With all the wars,
The rancour and the deaths
I am silent
Deeply silent
Watching the world
Perhaps on a mission
For self rejuvenation.
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