Pierced

We haven’t been taking the advocacy of the Society for a Quieter Barbados seriously. When are we going to put a mute on excessive, unwelcome noise? I sat during some of there meetings and wanted to be a part of their drive but regrettably my enthusiasm was daunted by the public’s quiescent. How contradictory that they remain so quiet when you most wanted them to shout,

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Pierced

There is tranquility on Sunday morning

How differently you feel when the week’s ending

Everyone lays peacefully in bed

Work’s not today, they rest instead

Early this morning just past 6:30

Everything was different, no tranquility

Deafening noises had pierced the air

Work was being done outside there

How inconsiderate this neighbor must be

Awaking the district from its serenity

Could you believe that deafening grind

Kept on until it was half past nine

Everything got quiet but the work left a scar

Rocks whacked had pierced my motorcar

 

 

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