Poem
The Quiet
Noise abounds
Commercials scream
Robot calls flood
Our answering machine
Social groups shout
Racial inequalities bloom
We want what we want
From birth to the tomb
Behind all the noise
Joys of quietness loom
Away from TVs and smartphones
Away from the Room
It seeps into our mind
Like emptiness of space
The quietness of truth
Finding it's place
A new path we seek
Away from the crowd
The beauty of the quiet
Like drifting of a cloud
Rabid Poet
