The sound of scilence, empty and cold
The sound of waves, crashing to the shore
The sound of trees, swaying in the wind
The sound of birds, whistling in the trees
The sound of Monkeys howling, and lions roaring
The sound of man, the first words spoken
The sound of woman, the first to each other
The sound of shame, footsteps in the distance
The sound of building, trees falling and the frist destruction
The sound of community, as we first band together
The sound of cities, trade and languages of foreign tongues
The sound of Blacksmiths hammering and church bells ringing
The sound of trumpets, castles and kings, as they stood over the land
The sound of chaos, as war and anarchy ravaged the land
The sound of sails flapping in the wind.
The sound of Creativity and ingenuity
The sound of fading darkness, as art and science prevailed
The sound of music, as the notes dreamed from the composer's mind came to being.
The sound of death, as disease ravaged the land
The sound of slavery, as one man put himself over another
The sound of slaughter. Those who don't have what they want, take it
The sound of revolt. As rebellion and freedom came to be.
The sound of horses along cobblestone paths.
The sound of picks against rocks, and coughing workers
The sound of factories, steel on steel, and many men talking.
The sound of radios, one voice leading the world
The sound of motors, out with the old, and in with the new
The sound of television, flickering to life
The sound of bombs and gunfire, as lives are taken by the thousands
The sound of guitars strumming and drums drumming, opposing the death.
The sound of speakers, microphones and recording equipment, spreading the noise to every house and car in the world
The sound of cars, backed up in city streets.
The sound of phones ringing.
The sound of Lies and deceit, corruption and misinformation
The sound of hurt, as the world screams in agony
The sound of the oppressed, the broken and beaten,and the sound of those who want to return to science
I don't care if you like it, love it, hate it or just stopped reading half way through, I just want to hear why.
If you didn't catch it, the sound of hurt is 9/11
The sound of waves, crashing to the shore
The sound of trees, swaying in the wind
The sound of birds, whistling in the trees
The sound of Monkeys howling, and lions roaring
The sound of man, the first words spoken
The sound of woman, the first to each other
The sound of shame, footsteps in the distance
The sound of building, trees falling and the frist destruction
The sound of community, as we first band together
The sound of cities, trade and languages of foreign tongues
The sound of Blacksmiths hammering and church bells ringing
The sound of trumpets, castles and kings, as they stood over the land
The sound of chaos, as war and anarchy ravaged the land
The sound of sails flapping in the wind.
The sound of Creativity and ingenuity
The sound of fading darkness, as art and science prevailed
The sound of music, as the notes dreamed from the composer's mind came to being.
The sound of death, as disease ravaged the land
The sound of slavery, as one man put himself over another
The sound of slaughter. Those who don't have what they want, take it
The sound of revolt. As rebellion and freedom came to be.
The sound of horses along cobblestone paths.
The sound of picks against rocks, and coughing workers
The sound of factories, steel on steel, and many men talking.
The sound of radios, one voice leading the world
The sound of motors, out with the old, and in with the new
The sound of television, flickering to life
The sound of bombs and gunfire, as lives are taken by the thousands
The sound of guitars strumming and drums drumming, opposing the death.
The sound of speakers, microphones and recording equipment, spreading the noise to every house and car in the world
The sound of cars, backed up in city streets.
The sound of phones ringing.
The sound of Lies and deceit, corruption and misinformation
The sound of hurt, as the world screams in agony
The sound of the oppressed, the broken and beaten,and the sound of those who want to return to science
I don't care if you like it, love it, hate it or just stopped reading half way through, I just want to hear why.
If you didn't catch it, the sound of hurt is 9/11