In its heyday,
and it had one,
the town was filled with sound
as the soldiers marched around
performing as they stomped by.
Children waved their flags
to the rhythmic swag
of the procession
as they hurried along the roads.
Working men dug their holes
hammered their nails
tapped their feet
to a beat playing in their mind.
A public transport journey
on a smoky top deck
from an invisible orchestra
playing a cha-cha-cha or waltz.
Thousands of fans
would vent their frustrations,
in a coordinated fashion,
displaying their passion.
But now it just hides
as technology provides the
inspiration of a new generation
to entertain itself.
A lost art like a language,
no longer heard
as the lines are blurred
for an unspoken word.
Just purse your lips and blow.
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