The goat was laden with silver and jewels to carry far like burdened mules

For all the feelings the villagers had within caused a great ruckus, an endless din

They jumped and hollered while the goat was collared

With a silver band made from heart to hand

And all the anger, rage and sadness was loaded into a raving madness

Pelting stones while the cowardly speaks and hidden around the corner the meek squeaks

While the goat laden with the burdens of human spirit humbly trots into the great red desert