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Piscatory Ring like an executor's knuckleduster

Shines nicely on the finger

Engraving of a fish, a symbol of hunger

With an eye that glares at the thoughtless

A golden cane like a compass

Showing the sins of the world

Aiming at us like a cannon

Shooting words at the thought of the misfits

A robe as beautiful as an armour

Protects the caste from decay

Which grows somewhere behind the wall

Enters the daily bread like mould

For centuries they have stood here

Now with a slight fear

They watch what happens

Will they crash to the ground

And forever vanish in the mud?