The Noisy Graves

Can you hear the rumble and the struggle?
The debris the remains and the rubble.
The discomfort is itching hell of a scrubble.
Feel it? Hear it? Silence!
The graves are noisy!

What the noise about?
Day and night,
They catch no sleep.
In their dingy dark rooms,
Deep closet inside caskets;
They turn and turn,
They mumble and fumble,
They sob and weep,
Crying heroes!
Silent noise, necessary noise.
Everyone hears it.
Do you?

Shouts!
Shouts of joy?
Naah...No please.
It's sorrows and somber.
It's apathy voter.
They
They absorbed bullets,
They fatal crashed,
They were assassin victims,
They paid by life for life.
Yet. Not Yet!

Graves!
You are justified!
Make more noise!
Burst more ears!
Hats off!
Standing ovations!
To the Noisy Graves!