All halt young men!
All halt passerby!
A symphony of whistles blow,
All at once they cry.
It seems that time has come to a still.
It seems to be a special day.
The roads are blocked by policemen,
All scurrying along their way!
The fountains erupt in song,
A beautiful sight to see.
The path is clear and leading up,
Cleanliness was the key!
When all at once a sound is heard,
An all but desperate cry.
Make way, make way,
Stay out of the way.
For the president shall be arriving!
A convoy of cars pass by in a blur,
We stood there struck in wonder.
When traffic resumes, a honk blows closeby.
I'm left with thoughts to ponder.