Violence - Poem by Kebe Iwara
Silence always plays discord:
the violin player was not heard
when he struck the chord.
He struck it on another's head;
the others ears were dense
as he lost his sense.
The music never stops
though aberration usurps.
Violence is a type of silence.
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