The orchestra was the menu,
Stuck with noisome guests;
The nonchalant crowd satanically
Called to their heads and minds,
Innovating practices of the sport
We call now entertaining.
This was a parade of some view,
The panorama sent a trillion attempts;
Like the ones who delivered, rejuvenated
From the revolutionary times.
I had to estimate the wrong that
Music brought to mentalities.
One has some form of attire
To mark the occasion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem