A rave,
Unseat a city,
With trembling beats,
With what those twirling
Called ecstasy—
or what not.
The rest of the slumbering
Souls called upon
Heavens.
'Help, '
But no one heeded.
Madness swept the streets;
An ill-behaved youth
planked
his
way
through
the thrumming.
But keepers of order
Bound his will:
'Halt.'
'The heavens
no longer speak
to us, '
said a mother
of five boys.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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