Noise Pollution 2

Friend, something is wacky I mean speculating on petrol-diesel fray.. Three, four, and more wheels on noisy dusty dirt Whizzing, chasing, horning nonstop Let a day even twenty eight hours Up and down, sky and land Accompanied by microphones' summit Publiclybroadcasted through cinematic loudspeakers Befriending piously the pantheons On its way the homely televisions, transistors Loud, louder and at the loudest Dispersed decibels refusing to kiss the tympanum... Friend, do you hear me? No..? No..? Ho, that's the deadly heart-throbbing noise-pollution