This tribal madness
Is sourced from the tribal chaos
Pervading their streets
In broad sunlight.
In every corner
You see a drop of madness
Materialize from common folks
their general milieu in disarray,
Their tact lacking conviction,
They dance and trump
In common, colourless noise
Constantly striving to sway us
With their stagnant will
In mad zeal
Sprung from this tribal madness.
Even their trade, their culture,
Proclaim this madness:
The shape of their edifices
The flow of the stench beside them
The noisiness of their peptalks
The endless rush of their living spring
All live it – this tribal malady.
