Idle Mind Poem by Arapunachukwu Peter

He was alone in the house.
His idle mind was there too
enter the street, and make a living.
His mind encourage him
He stood up and open the room.
He found the house keeper is away
And the house is left alone
Now he is free to tear the room
He took up a bag with him
And he scale through the room to flee
At that moment comes a shout and jeer
And they started calling him a thief
He burrowed for words to fight their proves
Swearing with God and earth
As a gentleman of the street
Jungle justice justifies his pleas
lay him on the pool of his blood
And they pour him a cold fire
Before police show their face
death has taken his place.
As devil's workshops