The Procession

The big fat elephant walks ahead.

With all the richness gracing the mighty weight.

The speed seems to be fast with a face adorned with jolliness.

I wonder what kind of treasure lies ahead.

The man riding atop all boasted up

With pride commanding all the notch-ups.

With royalty dripping out from the authorities in front.

They all are geared up to rule the diminishing world.

With the grass patches, all dying and crumbling.

It seems the elephant is enjoying the sorrowful journey.

With head held high full of prejudice.

They sublimate the common lives in broad daylight.

The grass needed to be saved 

The patches needed to be filled.

The unsigned authority needed to be checked.

To shape the world at its best.

The mighty to be trained to walk looking down.

Follow up on the aftermath of their wasteful rounds.

A road is needed separate from the grassland.

To let it grow into a marvellous farmland.