The Raving Orchestra

They all gathered together grudgingly,
Each man, his own instrument publicly.
In one accord they couldn’t sit together,
Each one wishing for the golden feather.
The audience were treated to warfare,
Bloodshed, greed, each man wanting his own share.

Their instruments, to them were rubbishy
designed to please the blind crowd publicly.
The audience’s hopes, tied to a tether,
Gently caressing, based on the weather.
Trapped in this square, all they need is prayer,
Raving orchestra is playing, beware.

Olaveez