Music Territory Poem by Mustafa Ghuneim

When the night comes,
The band beats the drums,
The vocals sound is so high,
The light finish when touches the sky,
The stage is burning, fire is on,
The fists of the crowd want more,
Screaming, singing, what's the difference,
The crowd is hallowed, full of joy,
The band reached the paramour,
Electrified, basified, the déjà vu,
Mr. Please, Wake the devil,
By the vocals sound and noisy drums,
Kill the reign of dumbs and lousy numbs,
Call the new reign of Music.