AIMLESS DANCERS
The blowing wind is passing
Along its way it's sweeping
Trees and sands bearing
In its tenacious hands holding.
In the midst a drumming
The tunes intoxicating
Faceless medleys clowning
Flexing powerful muscles in dancing.
It's getting violent and maddening.
The passionless drummer beating
The enchanting lifeless rhyming
So many people dancing.
In the centre of the blowing
The song mystical, terrifying.
The weak, the strong together dancing
The rich, the poor forever trampling.
All together drunken
The music and dance confusing
They shall be swept away unknowing
To destination unknown.
This is our knowing.
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