Crescendo

Everything has started screaming
      Voices formerly soft and subdued
      reaching a fevered pitch

Racuous, scraping, raw
Anger spitting like fire
Incendiary bursts of speech
Formed into some sort of hate
That I don't understand

Why now?
What is it?
What makes them do it?
What will make them go away?
The voices crooning
The voices singing
Suddenly take an ugly twist
Flecked with dark
Sizzling with hate
Of some unknown thing
Of a connection I have not yet made

Screaming anger
A thunder that isn't really there
My eyes unblinking
Shaken by the sound
That no one else seems to hear
Like an undertone to a familiar song
A sound that you never noticed before
And now controls everything that surrounds you