Crime Is Cold Poem by Timothy Long

of stone and flesh,
like a lesson learned,
prepared to burned,
is this justice nor revenge,
all they say through tears of struggle,
god is dead,
where is it our prayers go,
he is needed don't you know,
crime doesnt pay,
crime is cold,
or so they'e been told,
a presence is trying to be sold,
because crime is cold,
dont let your honor fold,
a path of good wont be found,
more of a jail cell you will be bound,
cry all you want when caught,
any actions will be taught,
to bad you faught,
is it sad?
so many are turning bad,
crime isnt right,
crime isnt warm,
only attention and hate,
why be a society waste?
make use, make haste,
what do you seek,
is it money or fame?
just know there's no escape,
crime is worthless,
as far as i see,
crime isnt worth the time,
crime is cold.