The rumbling of those revellers

 There's a rumbling
A rolling and a roundess
it all seems a ball
lights and music

moving across the earth
a mobile party
unaware of itself
hedonistic

the voice boxes rattle
gossip and controversy falls
ears of many descriptions
euphoric and sarcastic smiles and frowns

learned and practiced to protect one's heart
Choreographs to protect one's individuality
There's a rumbling as a million wheels
grind and throw dust across the sultry land

Disinterested the occupants hide underground
As the procession continues to explode
Like a slow vicious hyped big bang
powered by motors and hearts

and opiates that protect the conscience
From every form of good sense and modesty