Up in smoke

		The stars cascade down,
		Numerous colours:
		Fading,
		Exploding anew.
		The thump
		Goes through my body
		And  bursts in my ears.
		The bombardment continues
		And I look at the true stars beyond;
		My mind drifts away
		And I'm reminded of the triviality
		Of such a gesture -
		An evening for pleasing the masses,
		Drawing the crowds,
		Advertising the companies -
		For a well off country,
		For as each spurt explodes
		So is finished the enjoyment
		Which the money has bought -
		Not a lasting enjoyment,
		Not a life,
		Just a few seconds of excitement,
		Sound
		And light.

		But at the same time,
		I cannot be too critical,
		Here I lie,
		Thinking how nice it would be
		For that money to have gone
		Somewhere that it was needed,
		But the truth is
		That I enjoy this time -
		(Though for a much briefer period
		Than for which the fireworks go)
		And that if this had not happened,
		The money would've gone
		To advertising elsewhere,
		Not to anything more worthy,
		Just to more money.