FEARLESSLY THE IDIOT FACED THE CROWD
SMILING.
MERCILESS THE MAGISTRATE TURNS ROUND
FROWNING.
AND WHO'S THE FOOL WHO WEARS THE CROWN? GO DOWN IN YOUR OWN WAY, AND EVERY DAY IS THE RIGHT DAY.
AND AS YOU RISE ABOVE THE FEAR LINES IN HIS CROWN
YOU LOOK DOWN HEARING THE SOUND OF THE FACES IN THE CROWD.