the sounds of monotony are <br />daily and <br />routinized like the waves of the sea <br />of the same height <br />and frequency, <br /> <br />until one day <br />something unexpected happens <br />like <br />many drowned <br />so many children buried in the mud and <br />mothers are crying on the streets <br /> <br />not for help anymore but <br />for a chain of griefs <br /> <br />there is a scream and this is not monotonous <br />it stabs our hearts <br />and makes us ponder <br /> <br />deaths can never be monotonous <br />our own death in the future <br />unique and unimaginable and we shudder <br /> <br />it is this nerve that has no ending<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-monotony/
