The Marketsquare of Dooley - Vexillum

We crossed the line, in this famous square we arrived

A place of swap, forbidden to the cash

Hundreds of stands, here you can find what you search

Advice or wine, drugs or jewels which shine

All rely on all, nothing can be stolen

Leave the dough, leave it to the fools!

I hope they can eat it instead of food!

No more Slaves of this shining gold!

This is the faith, of the market square!

There are no ranks, no way for the banks

You’ll have no debt, and nothing more to ask

Your skill as writer for a piece of fresh bread

New shoes to your horse, exchanged for a dress

Out of this wall, every one believes they can

They can do anything, they have no more to learn!

You can’t hoard, you can’t try to resell

Your commitment decides your success

Have just an hammer it’s not enough

You are not a blacksmith, you are a bluff!

There is no place for those

Who only want to teach and earn