Full of festivity and flair.
I saw various things
Giant non living wheels rotating in the air,
Stagnant living waters echoing awkwardly in the dire,
Fly-feasted delicious foods, mouth watering sweet meats,
Expensive art works and lively debates.
She was also there, the girl, there at the fair
Her skin pitch dark and her curly hair dishevelled,
A tiny toddler, not more than five years old
With an innocent being and fragile looks and
With a lean Father by her side.
She was the true daughter of the man
For she begged around and put whatever she got, into his filthy hands.
Apparently she did not know what she was doing
As she did not know what money is or what it does
And probably her Father will never teach her money or others.
Then the girl moved out of my sight
With the lean, foul Father by her side.
Only after an hour or so,
I found the girl going on her second round
With the lean, foul Father by her side
And a brand new liquor bottle in his hand.