There was a huge gathering,
There was a great excitement,
Almost pushing everyone ,
To the grand staging
Of a mediocre recital,
Delivered by a powerful family,
Strong in politics,
Stronger in finance,
Strongest in atrocity,
Commanding all in one go,
Throwing out wealth in one sway,
Challenging anyone who came by way,
Posing an imperious array,
While the performance began,
With an incorrigible rhythm,
There appeared a writhing discomfort,
As the recital went halfway
The cadence broke loose,
There seemed to be a forced silence,
The forced thrill died down,
The uncomfortable audience bowed down,
In shame of their participation,
In disgust of their inability to oppose,
Yet the performer was at ease,
Rendering a jarring melody .
Somehow things go on,
Knowingly or unknowingly,
Ordinarily or extraordinarily,
Meekly or authoritatively,
Pleasantly or unpleasantly
,
The world goes on.
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