What is its sound, if not the screams of the children, and whining of the tethered animal.
What is it, if not the ricochet of the sniper's bullet off the stones, and crunch
of a life-less body hitting the ground.
What is it, if not the message of power, repeating uninterrupted as an ovation.
What is it, if not that of the shell landing amid the wedding party, and
the soundless sound of the victim who had no hand in his end.
