City lights cast a yellow hue
Skyscrapers and shacks
And long, long forever roads.
Today the bells will toll
Just like every other day.
Today the masses will gather
Building walls of incoherent noise,
Throats hoarse as gravel,
Bodies cleaned and purified,
Prunish hands clapping incessantly,
Familiar applause stretched taut
Whipping through the air like a wise old lash.