Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm down I'm down, he said,
Helter skelter, crunching and panting, some fled,
Caught in the midst of the race, unprepared,
With feet sprinting like a cheetah, gliding to the head,
And the sound, dum! is heard.
And one doom, too bad for many splits,
And the dum! Amateurs! Sending men to early pits,
Amateurs! Spreading nuts as though they be good bits
And in the call of calm, one look too grave,
To quell the sight, I would, if I could, to save
My brothers gone asleep but not to crave,
To be unprepared to be in such a hollow cave.
It constrains me to ponder what be the goals,
To elicit the fall of these precious souls,
My heart bleeds to see them become mean, as fallen souls,
For so shall men be, when they become fallen souls,
Say me well,to the maker, on arrival, fallen souls.