The Marketsquare of Dooley

We crossed the line, in this famous square we arrived
 A place of swap, forbidden to the cash
 Hundreds of stands, here you can find what you search
 Advice or wine, drugs or jewels which shine
 All rely on all, nothing can be stolen
 Leave the dough, leave it to the fools!
 I hope they can eat it instead of food!
 No more Slaves of this shining gold!
 This is the faith, of the market square!
 There are no ranks, no way for the banks
 You'll have no debt, and nothing more to ask
 Your skill as writer for a piece of fresh bread
 New shoes to your horse, exchanged for a dress
 Out of this wall, every one believes they can
 They can do anything, they have no more to learn!
 You can't hoard, you can't try to resell
 Your commitment decides your success
 Have just an hammer it's not enough
 You are not a blacksmith, you are a bluff!
 There is no place for those
 Who only want to teach and earn