Black Cats

Our battle cry is like thunderclap
Our hands are razor-sharp daggers
We wear black coveralls and Balaclavas
We are called Black Cats.

We are fierce and battle hardened soldiers
We are formidable warriors
We made you flee
We made you plea for safe passage.

You shook with terror
Our swords are swift, unhesitating and unforgiving
Faces are rugged
Bodies made of steel.

Our toddlers amuse themselves with tiger cubs and krait's snakelets
We trot on landmines like we jog on a lazy, Sunday morning
We tame white tigers when we are bored -- it is our favorite pastime
We don't even have to kill you -- mock execution is enough.