The soothing balm of cool night air
Kisses the wrinkles of our furrowed brows,
As we stand motionless in our bubbles,
Single file under the dazzling marquee,
Waiting to release what haunts us.
Outside we are still singular,
We don’t mingle, don’t touch.
But when the music begins,
We are an amalgamation,
Of varied walks of life,
Swaying together in concert,
With the beat of the drums,
And the melody of the vocals.
It brings us together,
Regardless of status or creed.
For one night, to your left and your right,
Stand allies in the fight.
The Way it Goes 