Music Challenge

The world is a symphony,

It sings the tragedy,

That is dying each moment,

with each sounding key.

No conductor can simply

instruct this discord

this cacophony of falsity

the hum of the bored

(our disheartened).

Chaotic is the tune we hear playing out,

muffled screaming in an ambient cloud of electronics buzzing

and the splash of the loud

radioactive waste in staccato,

decrescendoing while it is found

drip-drop dripping away at our collective tomorrows.

This unmistakable sound,

gets lost in the bellows

of the masses .

sorrows screamed in the crowds

who are marching to the beat

of their own unique drummers

whilst

they play it all out

on the doldrums.

It thunders,

from these percussive instruments, Our loud clattering blunder. Composed of a fodder, made up from the utter mundane.

A monotony, formed fully

from the day to day struggle.

But The chorus refrains from any rebuttal.

Uttered cries will get muted, ceased, and are muffled, then they're replaced with an echoed rest and stifled.

The duration maintains

till all who took note get beguilled,

the mind change

Sustained in the fall of a mild silence denoting a farce of "okay",

but this poisonous jingle though muted still plays.

Longevity to be the

casualty of this

harmonized haze of all that's amiss,

destroyed,

or in phase to collapse

from all this folly,

These things we cannot take back.

All the while we are the producer's who've mastered this track.

So sing your songs low, of indignant resendence

for these things that our well meaning advancements have lended.

And respect what we've hindered for it is granted no more,

If this Life is a battle,

we have lost the war.

Then hear it,

in our final moments

turmoils score.

Resounding with a profound sense of loss,

and before the last smoke does clear and

the real toll is told

the weeping tunes of regret will be sang

as a whole,

from the bottom of each and every poor soul,

who now knows the hard way their errors

and won't again place

the value of gold above that of life.

but its too late now,

I'm told

thus is life.