Le Foule Folle

Overhead! Bells jingle uplifting song!

Along the boardwalk, where the prisoners are hung,

And squealing and belching arose in a crowd!

Over the final words that the prisoners spoke aloud,

Their eyes closed, as the fun made it hard to care!

When the necks snapped on the noose, and the rope had begun to wear,

The jury could stay for hours, watching their grueling death!

The prisoners couldn’t and begged and prayed with each breath,

The smiles and clash of the people in cluttered mass!

The prisoners in near line, single file, on the stage cast,

The guns blast the air in ceremony, not a hint refraining!

The rope torn, the guns blast into the stage, of the last remaining;

For the bells no longer jingle, as the song is done,

The punishment was over, and the players all gone,

And in the midst the crowd in loudening rage,

Brought wandering innocence upon the stage;

And overhead, again the bells jingle!

And the song again is played!