Disguised

A noise unheard for weeks rushed to my ear
Puzzled and disturbed I looked outside
Where heavy rain was washing cars of dust
And tramps in  demons’ coats from holes black leered

The weather  man called sun, and so had lied
I see the general method and the thrust
The sword back in its scabbard ,so unused,
As gently as a virgin made forced bride
The hierarchy, choice of the august,
Disguised