Why does the celebration of these people,
Not fill my heart with equal joy,
Where the dancing, festival food and music
Kindles their souls,
I am myself placid and unmoved.
Perhaps it is too much of a charade,
The grey trucks and lorries
Filled with people that mindlessly gyrate.
Those sipping booze out of paper cups,-
How listless I find their wave.
Where is your country, where is your pride,
Where is genuine uninhibited fun?
Because all I can see, is idiots thriving to fulfill
Roles even they are not comfortable in.
I know, that I struggle to find life fun.
Are all my suppositions wrong?
Or are these selfish, self-centered flaunts
Something that we, with our cheering,
Should really choose to promote?
For when I look about me now,
All I see are empty, intoxicated stares.
Nobody remembers, nobody cares
How deep the roots of the carnival go.
I think of humanity every year,
Overwhelmed with anger and fear.
