Shon-Sir!
Marooned enforcer of the republic
Roasting under the naked sun
At the flash of murinaira
He licenses night-raiders
Mowing blossoming palm fronds
Who refuse to wet the ground
Keepers of the gate
Who let in the goat
To devour our isasun
The blackangels
Guiding jealously
Morality and service
To the final resting place
The drunken master
When the nightghouls raid the street
He chickens under his wife’s wrapper
When the coast is clear
He emerges,
Pouncing on the wandering fowls
For constituting public nuisance
Foxy bloated dark terror
Plaything of the commandos
Daymare of the roadriders
Playmates of the nightraiders
Shon-sir!
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