The Crowd Around

What has he done in his room for 3 days?
Lost & silent, no one here dares say
If he lives, if he’s dead…
“He may have left away!”

From time to time, from the door a sound comes
Like a broken glass from the unknown
Then a scream… what a voice! “I was wrong, he’s not gone!”
The mayor comes with his brand new outfit
And knocks at the door with strength & passion
“Hey Percy please get out! I can’t live without your advice”

“Sometimes drunk, sometimes dumb
He’s the fool in our landscape!
See the mess he has caused
I shall beat him if he shows out”

peasant comes with a torch in his hands
Bright red fire of hate and anger
And sets fire on the door “He’s a rabbit! He shall get out”
The crowd around starts to whisper
About the door and about the fire,
About how Percy’s lost his dreams
And the mayor rushes through the door and the wall of flames
Hurry steps to the young man’s bedroom
“Are you sick? Are you deaf? Get your way out through the flames!
Hey Percy please get out! I can’t live without your advice”

The young man stands and flees his home
Leaves behind his only friend
“See how cruel he is now
I shall kill him if he comes back!!!”