A Robbery Victim In Nyc Subway Poem by Chan Mongol

A ROBBERY VICTIM IN NYC SUBWAY
Poem by Chan Mongol


In 1989, it was three in the morning;
In a NYC subway platform, I was waiting.
I saw a man in the other side;
Then, he came to me to intercept my ride.

It was too quiet in that early morning;
Even, no sound of a pin dropping!
No, police patrol, no security;
Slowed down everybody's duty!

Robber pulled a gun from his brown bag;
He rushed robbed pockets on my chest and leg.
After the robber robbed, I proceeded;
Alas! Booth clerk was sleeping as the dead!

Police repeatedly advertised for robbers to cooperate;
To not to confront with criminals at the gunpoint!
I could push the MF on the tract for approaching subway;
That could make my day but I wanted NYPD to obey.

If that city attendant was not sleeping on job;
The bad guy with gun could not dare to rob.
The attendant could call the Police in time;
Criminal could get handcuff for such a crime!

In America we say, 'Who cares';
Everybody minds everybody's affairs.
It seemed that everybody is at war;
For green money, hustlers they are!

In 1989, it was three in the morning;
In a NYC subway platform, I was waiting.
I saw a man in the other side;
Then, he came to me to intercept my ride.