It’s a moving crowd, With a wavy motion.
Screeching’s boot, Discords uncouth.
A hooligan’s game, Turning humans insane.
Boisterous laughter, shriek, Is every human’s reach.
The earth is unearthed, In me full of mirth.
A noisy wavy motion, A wild hooting mob.
( A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One)
