The Ferris-wheel is off centered
So is the merry-go-round
Sound muffled like talking through a cloth filter
Little men dressed in red looks like ants on the ground
Child cries, mother scream, father frown
Plastic frogs and flower print horses smiles
Despite the tears that fell from the skies
The flashes of Gods camera blinds us for a millisecond
Before the world darkens
As the Ferris-wheel runs off the with merry-go-round
With the children still sitting in the coloured baskets
The sorrowful fairgrounds.