“Each evening
They come back.
They are howling like dogs.
They are prowling about the city.
There they are.
They bellow with their mouths.
They have sharp words on their lips.
They think.
‘Who will hear us?’”
The wicked ones are like howling dogs at night. They prowl around the city bellowing. They have sharp words on their lips. They think that no one can hear them so they growl and shout louder.