Like heralds blowing their silvery trumpets Announcing her majesty the Queen of Carnival Two empty in a synchronized move the last drop Ready to face the next leg of the two day Marathon All these pictures may soon become vintage An event that gentrification is trying to shoo away And the government weaklings see as […]
But on Carnival day the uniform is just another disguise There is always a human being somewhere inside the puppet And the call of duty is no match to the call of booty The waving of the brown bodies and the crystal tinkle of laughter The State seems to be so adverse to happiness as […]