A descent into a deep frenzy Friday night Where youths bury their misery in the light Carried in the wings of the mighty Dionysus They entertain all emotions, including lapsus Flowing freely – birds carried by Dionysian music Clasping each other like on a bottle of an Aphrodisiac tonic For the hope they once had vanished like a water vapour When the cabals beat the country to a state of stupor Leaving...




