Yesterday back home
The news was bad
A band of armed robbers
Attacked a money lender
At night time in his home.
To shoot of not shoot
Was the lender's dilemma
For his Children were
Mixed up with the robbers
Just as the bullet
Left the robber's gun
One slippery robber was gone.
And witout hesitation
One of the three devillish visitors
Did his duty and the lender was down
Whirling in his own pool of blood.
An alarm was raised
And the police came
About the scene
To everyone's chagrin
The slained robber
Was a flexible cop
Who would cause
The irrate youths
To sack my town.
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