Just like the awuja
The projection of their shouts
Deafens my brain, not just ears
With willful passion
I detest those noisemakers
Though I once loved them with my heart
Each night
They capside the house
With fist and locks
Creating a hullabaloo
Of nonentity
Making them an example of mediocrity
And for these I weep
These noisemakers
Had in one time
Diverted their noise making energy
Into making me
Now I wonder what makes them shout at each other
For to make me, peace and love they must have for each other
Each day and night
With the best of furry
I wish to slap their faces
But no, I dare not
For they are my parents