Oh, my peace of mind,
gone away as you are, flown too far,
with wings of progress,
you are gone forever.

My feelings are unspoken
without any noise,
yet the noise is there
down in the street,
of a daughter
when a rascal snatches
her last garment
shamelessly
a noise of hatred,
of venomously gnawing,
when foes of humanity
pull swords at each other,
streaming a gory river,
and of
the cries of innocent faces
hidden in shaggy hair,
sprouting from sunken bellies,
when they long for their lost parents
from whom
they would have
enjoyed lullabies.

But there is no noise
of singing of birds
chirping of swallows
whistling of leaves
cawing of crows
or cooing of doves
or song of a nightingale
as this planet is now,
deserted and morose
my feelings are unspoken
without my voice.