Why are they dressed in red and white with
A black long fur facing towards the sky and
A gold button parting the blood and light from
Misery of their own existence, and yet so bland
To please; they are slow nature of their own
Creation and they will never speak nor move
Even in distress or squat; when they assumes
They are alone, please just take a gaze at them!
Straight and silent like an heaven call.
How will they cope with the sweat of summer
Or the dripping wet breeze powdered to their face
In winter, i hope to no remorse; when they are
Guarded by their heart desire on earth and in—
Healthy wealth and a cold blooded shield guiding
Them to fortune of their own.