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Noise Makers

Just like the awuja
The projection of their shouts
Deafens my brain, not just ears
With willful passion
I detest those noisemakers
Though I once loved them with my heart

Each night
They capside the house
With fist and locks
Creating a hullabaloo
Of nonentity
Making them an example of mediocrity
And for these I weep

These noisemakers
Had in one time
Diverted their noise making energy
Into making me
Now I wonder what makes them shout at each other
For to make me, peace and love they must have for each other

Each day and night
With the best of furry
I wish to slap their faces
But no, I dare not
For they are my parents

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