Gawking here at that fine element of morals
Stepping aside for only the cracks
Enemies launch at the side of your being
Purveyors balk at your coming countenance
All through the streets
The lights turn their glow
The snickers come now
Out from below
Put on for the war cries
Lashed out for dispute
Sinners and followers
Walk on in a row
Disrupting the peace
The ancient birds to declare
At once, set in flight
The cats they all glare
With leather pulled tight
Dark hair everywhere
The riddler launches on
Night showers the air