Last night, I saw the village dancing,
Lots of children,
Dancing and
Prancing away
To the speakers’ singing mouths.

Last night, I saw the village swimming,
Big breezes of yachts,
Gliding through and
Floating gracefully out
Of tunnels’ talking throats.

Last night, I saw the village baking,
Crowded chefs,
Baking cakes and
Cooking steaks
And kitchens screaming, “Let’s bake!”

Last night, I saw the village starving,
Grown-ups chanting for food,
Licking their plates clean!
Chubby churches got stuffed with people
And chimed across the residence.

Last night, I saw the village weeping,
The roof tops flapped frantically,
Two buildings collapsed suddenly and
Clothes leaked out of smashed windows.

Last night, I saw the village partying,
Mrs Middleton drove rapidly to the hall and
The street lamps watched over the scene,
And the lasers,
Like a wire,
Shone in the starry night sky.