Those Silent Drums

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops
Even in distance
It still echoes to me
Turn off the radio!
Burst the speakers
Or perhaps kill my eardrum.
It won’t go, it will stay for
As long as i would not remember
To haunt me.
Even if song of great songs or singer
Of ideal lyrics seems to forget
Their own voice; it bores them greatly
As they had forgotten
It was ever sung by them,
Good lord and it still goes on?


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