(Leave it to the leader
to take center stage
Cirque-du soleil,
as Ra wakes another day.
Golden rays, clouds astray;
claws deep in an audiance to keep
all eyes this way).
Standing in the lime light
a gooddess strips off her hajaab
leaves the crowd in awe
as she performs with her spirit
upon a totem such as Ganesh.
You're going to want to record this-
before we perform this-
and I must warn,
before sight of the storm
this- will be real and raw.
Poetry in motion,
within the ring they take off
leave ya with dropped jaw
as the mistress swallows swords,
with locked jaw
can't believe what you just saw
doubleinuendo kind of movement,
then it pops off;-
FIREWORKS in the air
whole crowd in cheer.
A new scene to arise
listen closely to the mimes,
as they box themselves away
and the Oracle predicts the way;
trapeze: frolic, flip, twist and play,
hoops and hulas, straight shooters of khaluha
the horse is on the right lead
vaulters: get their wings to take off and soar
galloping around the ring, performing for the crowd, evermore.
Amidst all the gifts
the hollars and hoorays
the King stands still
center stage;
as his queen lays in front
preparing for the hunt
taking the show over
they ROAR
over, over, over and over.
The ring master flips a wrist thru his quiff
drowning in a cacophony du cirque
dropping the mic, perplexed in nerves
chaos around, vertigo verge
he shouts he's out, and splits, for sure!
Now the tent's burning down
there's fire in the town
there's a fire in the sky
guiding the animals to what's right
there's a ring of fire in their eyes
taking back, all they had
corruption permeates,
the humans of demise.
A trickle in the path
years to take date
a trickle in the lake
the lions take a break
a ripple in the wake
another relaxed breath they take;
Rendered, alas,
the lions home saved.