Half awake in the early morn I heard the OM resound in me The afternoon and eve were torn By violent intensity.
I sat and listened two hours and more As vehement voices from the crown Shouted to speakers on the floor And swiftly brought dark forces down.
I did not stay the painful voices In the maelstrom of the crowd Shouting forth their obscene choices Drowning the harmony with loud
Irreverent uncaring shouts To those desiring calm and peace Yet in between these vulgar bouts A few in silence sought release
From enmity and anger's strains Amongst the turbulent and gross Looking forward to future gains Beyond the day's apparent loss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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