The profaner of the law
Approaches with steps so low
Like a cat on rat hunt

The enforcer of the law
Hides in wild flowers’ row
As a ranger, to hunt the poacher

Upon seeing an antelope
The profaner, aims at a target
Gladly smiles at what wil be the catch

Upon seeing the profaner
The enforcer, crawls nearer
In order to catch him unawares

An antelope in blood
The profaner in hand
Off to the court of the law
Where his fate awaits him