AMONG US, STRANGERS
Mark well who stokes your camp fire, sir
For though his uniform looks the same,
Make sure his face and card concur
That both are lit in brightest flame.
Never become unwary, sir
For strangers are among us, sir,
And whom you know not well
Must not evade your searching stare
For they may well bring you hell.
Stand not in light lest hands are clear,
Silhouettes must not be neared,
Trust not the word of strangers,
Lest it be last you ever hear,
Regardless of how friendly
They seem, in shadows, to appear