'' I'd Hang You All If I Could '' Poem by Bri Mar

What they have got,
You may not,
What is it that makes you jealous?
A gift they've bought,
You need to be taught,
You mustn't get over-zealous.

Do not split hairs,
What's theirs is theirs,
That fact you must never forget,
Though it scares,
Save for your wares,
What others have, should not make you fret.

Some will steal,
Then truth they'll conceal,
Pretending they are honest gains,
It isn't real,
Think how you'd feel,
Theft from others, is what stains.

The victim charred?
They've worked very hard,
What right do you have to thieve,
Their lives are marred,
You'll leave them scarred,
Regardless of what you believe.

You use every excuse,
To justify your abuse,
The fact is you know deep inside,
The effects are profuse,
You deserve a noose,
You don't know the meaning of pride.

From politicians,
To those in positions,
Where they claim, in us you can trust,
To their acquisitions,
There'll be no inquisitions,
All thieves see that as unjust.

Someone's goods depleted,
By you the conceited,
To the depths of Hell, you lot plumb,
You will be defeated,
From society deleted,
The truth is, you are low life scum.

I'll let it be known,
Your cover is blown,
You're certainly no Robin Hood,
What you cannot postpone,
Is in jail you'll be thrown,

‘' I'd Hang You All If I Could ‘'