Distant birdsong, chirps and cries, we hear-
Deafening ears, driving people mad
Ravens grip every inch, calling men to listen.
Whats that commotion we hear?
Is danger coming closer?
What do we need to guard ourselves?
Repercussions keep rolling out
Akin to electricity lighting up the world
And the sun, burning forests and wild bushes.
When the noise subsides, I hear music
Silently invading the bustling lanes.
Media and social media are a carnival, sometimes.