Your music is not my music

Devastating sound from the second block

It started after 10 pm when others want to sleep

Shrill voices, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes

The timing is wrong, there are other places in this city to do this drill

Ravage of my sensitive senses, slump of my perception

All activities for the day done, house cleaned, movie watched

Can you be quiet please? What have I done to deserve this?

There is no room for quarrels with partygoers; the housewarming party suddenly turned into a housewarning

I have to prepare earplugs once again to fight this

Overwhelming onslaught, onus overlooked by authorities

No matter how much you want to impose it, it will never work as your music will never be mine

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