The Second Story Man Poem by Nadalia Bagratuni

Burglar,
Burglar, down the street,
Oh how I was awoken,
By the vase that you had broken,
I thought that I was robbed by a professional,
A man who had taken the time,
To learn his craft,
And to and knew how to avoid jail time.

Now, I see you are just like me,
A scared stiff man,
Who lost his job,
And his wits,
You have only evolved into this.

But how can this be,
Don't we live in the home of the brave and free,
Maybe that was where we were mistaken,
It was my CD player that you had taken.

When I say free,
I never knew I would pay the price,
I also never knew I had it so nice.

My only comment will be,
Except for the grace of God,
It could have been me