The Singer:
Listen now to what the angry girl thought, but didn't say. (He sings)
He who wears the shoes of gold
Tramples on the weak and old
Does evil all day long
And mocks at wrong.
O to carry as one's own
Heavy is the heart of stone.
The power to do ill
Wears out the will.
Hunger he will dread
Not thouse who go unfed:
Fear the fall of night
But not the light.