Hundreds of screaming fans press themselves against the stage,
As the band pounds out a melody of death and violence.
The drums spell out a ringing justice,
Easily heard above the every cry.
The crowd itself grows quiet;
Smoke from the stage engulfs them.
The band marches out, instruments at their sides.
No one can fathom
The message of their song;
No one deserves entry to this place.
The band marches on to the next concert:
A murder melody once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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