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a music festival may not be musical to all |
A sea of men, roaring with joy Wow, awesome, Oh boy! Oh boy! To me, the music heaven was a fiddle Each drum beat posed as a needle Sliced and pierced into my ears Until i cried ,but none saw my tears All my friends stood out there Quivering and shivering in fear For the tune or words makes us dizzy Nowadays, THEIR music gets US into a tizzy We mooed, bleated and clucked in protest Our sounds of anger weren't worth a damn before their music fest. My little one joined the clamor too Kicking my belly in every minute or two. Time has come to hear my calf THEY will decide if he will be snatched Or she will stay to make me smile and laugh. Suddenly, the barn door slammed open For few moments, The needles of noise turned into spears then Few humans brought her inside She was in pain but tried her best to hide My billowing pain now found its pair There! There she is writhing and hating the crowd, the sound and everything in this music affair Time was leaden for us both The final moment became a game A game of love and loathe And here is my calf trying to be on his knees But i know how soon THEY will snatch him away for cheese The soaring electric guitar cut my trance Towards her and the pool of blood, I gave a quick glance. The tiny still body lied on the straw Dazed mother failed to hide her feelings She screamed with pain so raw Apathetic music rose higher in Woodstock Killing her dreams with jazz, fusion and hard rock. |