The shameless face of cowardice
Parading their trade at the iniquitous hour of the nite
When the body so tired
And lays defenselessly in sleep.
Then you roar and attack
Robbing me of my hard earned resources
At the point of gun.
You're coward!
Breeding threat
As your last resort to take
What is not yours.
Shame on you!
Shame on you!
You leave me traumatised, devastated, humiliated and hurt.
You fearless cowardice
I beg!
You shall land yourself behind bars.
I tell you the laws of the land shall catch up with you. Stop lazing about, work decently and make good money.
End to robbery.
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