the sounds of monotony are
daily and
routinized like the waves of the sea
of the same height
and frequency,

until one day
something unexpected happens
like
many drowned
so many children buried in the mud and
mothers are crying on the streets

not for help anymore but
for a chain of griefs

there is a scream and this is not monotonous
it stabs our hearts
and makes us ponder

deaths can never be monotonous
our own death in the future
unique and unimaginable and we shudder

it is this nerve that has no ending

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-a-monotony/