Turn down the volume on loud raucous life,
Turn that knob to zero, that button of strife,
Bad news bombarding, the ears of sad souls,
Craters, dropped bombs, leaving new holes.
Turn down the volume on the harsh violent voices,
I fear to tread in places, where ears have no
choices,
The traffic blaspheming, all my soft centered
senses,
Leaving me longing, to cross over life´s barb-wire
fences.
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