The Digger keeps Order

Omar ambles on in no need for a rush
When two armored figures jump out of a bush

They screamed at Omar, the bloody black wanderer
“We are skilled assassins, serving Caesar the Conqueror”

“The Keyser marks you for death!”, that’s what they said
“Profligate! Degenerate! We will drown you in lead!”

The digger looked at the two armored accusers
Two sprats sent to kill him, two sorry losers

He looked at them with pity, as if pity he knew
“Dear nitwits, please stop and hear my point of view”

“Back home, on the hill, in Caesar's big camp”
“Did you steal, joke or curse the old scamp?”

“Disrespect some fruit? I mean, frumentarius?”
“Or break other commandments, manifold and abstruse?”

“If you search your souls – and be thorough!-”
“you’ll find failure and sin” And this made them swallow

“You are not my chastisement – but I am yours!”
“Caesar’s creative when settling his scores.”

“I’ve killed so many from Caesar’s dumb band”
“To send just two more only shows his hand”

And realization dawned on the two sent to kill
Of little infractions and they soon felt a chill

And the digger, he grinned, his teeth black as guilt
His soul an abyss, a bad man to the hilt

If an assassin’s a killer, that much must be true,
Then the digger’s a killer to the power of two

And if Caesar wants to get rid of some figure
He commands and sends him after the digger

Thus Omar ambles on, two more dead in his wake
And the Legion stays trim through threats of this rake