Lunatics Are Loose in the Wild
I
The moon hangs low above the town,
While shadows creep and darkness falls down;
The streets grow strange beneath the light,
And reason disappears into the night.
The sane look on and wonder why,
As reckless fools go racing by;
No fence can hold them, none can hide—
The lunatics are loose in the wild.
II
They speak of power, gold, and fame,
And set the world itself aflame;
They chase their hunger without shame,
Then point at others, shifting blame.
They promise peace with sharpened tongue,
While wicked deeds remain undone;
They laugh while innocence is defiled—
The lunatics are loose in the wild.
III
Some wear a suit and some wear rags,
Some wave their flags and carry bags;
Some sit in halls where laws are made,
While others lurk beneath the shade.
Some shout their madness from the street,
Some hide their madness in deceit;
The mask may change, but not the style—
The lunatics are loose in the wild.
