Who are you?
To deserve all this,
Do you really know who I am?
I've never thought of you in my entire life,
Ain't you ashamed to be a silent thief?
Sunrise to sunset, I can't find myself... where am I?
Not even the ancestors or doctors can give me the direction.
I took my trust to God, I was surprised neither pastors nor prophets could show me the direction.
Soldiers and policemen work extra hours looking for me daily, but they will never get any clue.
Janet what kind of a thief are you?
You claim to be my everyday hero,
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: crime