They arrive, bellied and bearded. In a pack. Sure of themselves. Take a step back, they will hang you Off lamposts. We have seen it before. Berlin in the war, South Africa, Missouri. They never went away, They are always with us.
Vigilance, vigilance, vigilance. This good life is fragile. Snarling, they come, hiding Behind their thin veneers But it is as certain, as Mars Is to Venus They will be back, bull whips trailing.
> Just for poetical accuracy: the woman who got shot and killed didn't have a beard.
Very true. I was making a poor attempt at a joke based on not seeing any women at all in the photos of the crowd inside the building - if they were there, they were indistinguishable from the menfolk.