The audience is roaring
the music blasting forth
the lights and strobes outlining
young silhouettes of mirth
The show will soon be starting
the anxious crowd awaits
the jumping and the shouting
of wild and angry men
The drinks and moves are flowing
they stand for hours in heels
sometimes all arms are waving
sometimes they kiss and laugh
I sit and watch this movie
I do not find it real
I take some pictures just to prove
this is not just a dream
When I get home I notice
a ghostly figure stands
on one of the side panels
of this great hall of fame
A robe it wears quite loosely
unlike the skimpy clothes
of all the girls attending
this spectacle of note
The hazy figure raises
his arm above his head
that gesture seems a warning
a sign for these crazed times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is depicted so well, the wild and angry men, drinks flowing, audience roaring, music blasting, then the ghostly figure in the picture as if warning about the crazed times!