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The hum from my refrigerator,
The voices on the podcast my wife plays as she sleeps,
The lofi playlist my children sleep to in their rooms,
The clicks of my keyboard as I type these words,
The ubiquitous chorus of grasshoppers underneath it all,

The hum of generators around the camp,
The quiet tears of mothers who wail because of
The rumbling stomachs of children in shock,
Fathers' synapses wrestling with promises made
When they told their children everything would be okay,

The hum of jet engines approaching from the skies,
The orders given for any given reason why,
The plots that hatch like cockroaches eggs,
The roars of the masses of the mob that drowned out dissent,
The progression of sounds whose echoes compound inevitably into war,

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- Pastor Ben