The Outlaws Poem by Francis Duggan

The teller handed them the bag of cash in the biggest bank in Town
Because their guns at him were pointed and he feared they'd shoot him down
And in a car they'd stolen they made their get away
Though for every crime we do commit there is some price to pay.

These are not the type of people we ought to celebrate
To come by money for to kill they would not hesitate
With their loaded guns pointed at you 'tis wise to yield to their command
That you would give cash for your life not hard to understand.

Since there has to be a price to pay for every sort of crime
The Outlaws are behind bars now and serving prison time
For to kill to come by money they would not think twice
Ten years for armed robbery that does seem a fair price.

The Law may not catch up with you but Karma surely will
If for money with a loaded gun you are prepared to kill
At night on their hard prison beds the imprisoned Outlaws lay
I'd rather know a pauper's lot than live in such a way.