Saints By Day Pirates By Night
This land of black boxes and sharp eyes
where everything is in underground cellar
lives in ardent luxury of persons that are
saints by day and pirates by night
When the sun comes out from her bedroom
saints rise with it clumsy to forge active life
one can see acts of charity escape their fingers
but the heart lies in protest of the wastage
Good tidings squat on their lips in public
notebooks are published to popularize them
songs are chanted with intent to beautification
to elevate the persons for great holy sacrifice
But let the sun go to sleep in its rosy bedroom
saints by day spring into pirates most lethal
as they hold waists of fat women of joy
and dance pop music in their names’ glory
Black boxes, black wine bottles are broken
contents shared and celebrations made
cameramen climb down from planes in haste
to cover sacred event in honor of saints by day
But no one has the courage to speak out
about these saints by day and pirates by night
though the high seas they sail and loot
have scars inscribed on victims’ foreheads
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