In obeisance they sat along the temple
In feigned haste they passed by the lane
Their unuttered exchanges filled the air
Scum that our lives filthy
Scavengers that our due deny.
Yet Saab, they address
And coins they get hurled at
Lives that live in mutual detest
Like the weeds that eat the plant
And the lions that feed on hare.
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