Exhausted Inquisitiveness Poem by Green Peace

The fire of curiosity, of festivity gradually dwindled down
The adoration, glamour, colour got exhausted
It's the same image on every image
The same decorations

The same mob
Identical songs blared
Similar fervour, enthusiasm, mettle
What's new, rum, remarkable?
What makes the difference?

Follows the cycle of regeneration tirelessly
Exhausted are the minds, mirth, muse
The dog tired humanity
That's crushed by the wheels of humanity.