Celebration of the spirit
Celeberation of the spirit, freedom, that’s what I call it.
Is it alcohol? Was it the unconsumated self?
Or simply, a liking for frenzied stumping, gyrating body and waving limbs?
Waste?If you can barely see the day after working your ass hard,
Those muscle sore and numb after repeatedly carrying 50 kg rice sacks
on minimum wage, no fringe benefits whatsoever, just like ours,
they deserve every dance floor they frenzy in.
Shallow as it may seem, but isn’t it overpriced for such a little
“celebration of the spirit”?
In trance, out-of sync, heads bobbing, limbs epileptic-
if only to shake of those sore, numb muscles
or scare those nagging debts.
It’s late night.Saturday.With friends. No families.
Ahh…they deserve all the celebration they want.
Even for little heros like them…
