Sunday, 9 February 2014

The president's fleet

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.

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