In these prisons of moral order The madman bears his stigmata. Stakes irons, dungeons and prisons Had sought to destroy the poor, The vagabond, The unemployed And we are but madmen In our poverty. In the house of Saint-Louis The history of unreason Waits uncradeled in its cell of deception! Only Beggar’s hold the true meaning Of a second rebellion against god! They hold no moral duty to their state Which in its religious piety Hold men in approaching redemption.