Rattling harmonics.

Moving through notes,

jumbles of chords,

slowly forming a rhythm base

with the melody

tantalizingly sifting

into the subconscious,

then there nagging at

memories of how

great things were,

but there is that

shifting unease in

the troubled harmonics

bringing back the evil of the time

all those that lost their lives,

all those who were raped

(including the Earth itself)

in the name of progress,

in the name of living the life,

and the jumble of music

saddens me, so I turn it off

wondering when will we learn.

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