Let me show you a place,
Where dissent goes to die.
Volume is power in such a thing,
Since volume is all the inhabitants have:
Nurturing and development have long become obsolete.
Instead,
Noise bounces from the back,
to the floor,
off the blasted walls;
careful of the door:
should sound escape,
it will wither and die.
After all, who needs defense
when you can simply attack and attack?
At the barest touch the sound bites,
ripping and tearing away at opposition.
We fight and fight,
and war echoes louder and louder
till a pounding headache
and desolation
are all
that remain.
