Who Can, Who Can...?

By evening The town morphs Into a man with his Passion let loose Indiscriminate passion Flowing as canals That knew not rhythm Into every possible corner Men possessed passed off as As men of untainted virtue; They ran amuck with their Raw passion oozing at their Undeserving groins looking Out for innocent vagina, Tender breasts and silken skin As animals on prowl Every corner down a dark Street end is their haven Wooing innocent school girls Who called them uncles Beaming indulgent smiles Flashing goodies in their hands Poor girls returned homes With faces flushed and Blouses crumpled in the hands Of obnoxious species How pathetic How deplorable How nauseous Who can stop this every day atrocity?