Forty Eight Hours Of Silence,
Still Continues, Since That Mysterious Night;
Lots And Lots Of People In A Blood Feud,
With No Sense, Caused Pains And Suffers;

Stony Hearts Crushed The Innocents,
In The Name Of Iniquity And Immoral;
Squawks From The Doors And From The Walls,
Blood Shed Eyes On The Window Side;
Lots And Lots Of People In The Bloodshed,
Derive Nothing, But Flooded Blood;
Arrogance And Insensate All Around,
Silence And Darkness, Soon After A While;
Screamed Out Of Fear With Eyes Widened,
Nothing Seemed To Be Listened;
When I Said I Am Scared,
It Looked I Was Pretended;
Kept Shut My Mouth,
Stood Still Under The Shower;
Empathized, It Was A Nightmare,
Stimulated By The Tacit Of Some Incidents;
Thenceforth, My World Looks Absurd,
Silence Speaks Many Stories,
Darkness Listens To My Torments,
Daylight, Breeze And Insects In Rare Visit;
Forty Eight Hours Of Silence,
Still Continues, Beyond Its Understanding;
Find No Human, Yet, In This Lovely World,
To Break My Incongruous Silence;
Thara Johnny