The Spectacle

Screams through passages like all of the ghosts

Brings to the mind the treasures and riches.

Every word fills in the thoughts as the hosts

All of the actions might still have glitches.

To zoom through it would cheapen the whole Earth.

From the perspective of a clean bandit

Who only goes halfway is a stillbirth.

To the poor in thought the leaders hand it.

By advancing days, weeks, and months, now

The marathon win seems like a true sprint.

Once the spectacle soon takes hold somehow.

The experience will be somewhat spent.

We hold onto the bird of language, wise.

The knowledge and thought ensures that it flies.