pacta sunt servanda
as he rapped upon the stand
his hand into a fist came crashed
the glass’s water rung

pacta sunt servanda
with sweat and veins engorged
impacted thudding fleshly flop
quivering at the word

pacta sunt servanda
outward spittle flew and frothed
smacking ever forceful trills
crescending falling song

 They agreed.
They must be,
should be,
a worthy aim and goal

 They agreed.
They could be,
might be,
perhaps they even will