The rabble continues to scream and murder cheerfully,
thus the mobbing people perish in their own shit.

And if it is the power of your words,
the mob has nothing else in mind than all that creates short-lived joy.

But it will rise again against its oppressors,
for the mob does not like true bucklers.

It needs words and power of its own will,
as the scholar from above taught him over the centuries.

So learn and sit down, my little man,
so that the word of the mob can once again be that of the people.

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