6. Merry

I hear the bell toll twelve,

And with, the desperation of the ardent sky

The time of feasts and charity has passed

This is the time of the lullaby

Bellies so full of meat and greed succumb to sleep

And robins slumber softly in the trees

This is no time for the frail, or meek, or weak

This was the time to lose the masses starving in the streets

This was the time of self-charity