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