The Talented Noone

Flag-waving, crowd stamping
Progress gaining through the storm
Of people cheering, dissapearing
Inside the confines of the tented room

Colours flashing, air vibrating
With the facade of the rainbow
Thrilling all to wonderment screaming
At the soaring center of the show

To noone crying, plumed and flying
Ascended above a sea of opened mouths
Each show endures a little more dieing
Till supplies finally run out.