Ego
Horns blaring
Birds chirping
Flapping their wings loud and rudely
Lazily crawl the clouds
As the first ray of light traces its way to the ground
From far guns are heard
Bullets ripping the harmless air
Disturbing the morning tranquility
The echoes louder
It's like they competing
Who is the loudest.
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