In his midnight blue police suit
There is just no capturing
The order exuded from him
The way the ocean at night
Looms in the dark.
He has a red vein pulsing
In his sallow yellow skin
He raises his nightstick cooly
No silly, not anger but duty
We all have to do
All kinds of work
Such is our nature
His nature is a midnight blue -
More shade than colour
The nightstick has come down
No silly, not in anger in duty
We all make mistakes at work
If a horse tramples a stable boy
You don’t shoot the horse
You put the poor thing
Out of its misery
