Silence in Nobay

A poem of a city called Nobay

I sit, I weep, and I hear,

Not a peep. The streets are empty, 

the stores are closed. 

Silence in Nobay. 

Silence has billowed.

a fog of quietude, so I wonder,

does anyone show

gratitude?

  

Hush, hush

my patriots!

do not make a peep!

Nobay is silent, 

for all Nobay

weeps.