Be silent

Be silent. 

So that the voices may speak of

how riled they are. The small ones clambers away from its pipsqueak identity.  

Adages from the older tribes; they speak of bygone

Wars.  Allegiance and Betrayal with plastered paint of colors rage

will fight till the ends of the world. 

It never ends. 

Beneath it all the carpet woven from drudgery and smokescreen. 

Smittened yogi sits and watches;

the play unfolds. 

There will be no silence.