The heaps of thieves peeping into town
Have stolen the still of town and ran it down
Thought the town is down, it is renown
For heaps of peeps from thieves
Chunks of hunks and beauty, none lives
They cover under such covers of beliefs
That conceal their zeal beneath demise
They creep in with no beep like mice
Distract, destruct and attract tumult
In towns developed and all remote
The achievement they get is confinement
The top cop doesn't pop up before theft
Investigation is what he has always left
After the crime, the cop pops in gait
You think he has the key to crimes' gate
We all know that he's now late than early
We still, to him listen so dearly
He wins our trust at first so fast
Statements we make and sometimes bake
Help him act in tact with theft at stake
The thieves tacitly are convinced
Their acts will soon be evinced
And soon in less than two moons,
They'll be locked up in small rooms
So dark and cold, as a leave from duty
And will dully face up the dully jury
To dark black rooms they'll ne cast
Only to suffice the surface in a blast
Perjury gets them ousted to the out
And on our sweat they devour and are strout
All thieves have beliefs that cause less relief
By force, by dexterity, they kill the peace cliff
Standing up to take or make orders
In order to break a certain older order
What shame it brings begins a game with ding
A game with shame and blame all thieves to cling
Aren't you tired? Don't you ever retire?
May be it's the race case of a bush fire
Of never is ever and clever ever is never
Pulling wool over any fool to drool forever
The idea of a thief-to-nub-a-thief
Sires more cases of places full of no relief
Covering sites that only fights may discover
Fights that even soldiers are afraid to fight
Though these fights can uproot wrong outright
They who try always end up in graves
Graves that scare the Hell out of braves
Countless graves of bitter slaves increase
Bringing forth inquest that press doesn't release
Again bringing to limelight chunks of thieves
Who wittingly and discreetly leave us in grieves
To later on cry foul of the constitution
That justifies amnesty and kills jurisdiction
Thieves were there; thieves are here,
Can you bear the rare thought to one bear?
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