Public Enemy Poem by Timothy Long

Once upon a time, amongst guns and shiny badges, money would be taken and applauded aloud men of bad are celebrities now hard are they to be found? Oh Robin Hood would they gun down, like cowards to the crowd, betrayance continued, rebellious continued more, what a throbbing once of the mind a sensation so overwhelming, is something to fight for in fact worth dying for? Who would liver this time? An image that hides behind ink and metal, amidst their joy to the police's tragedy, a paradise leading to another time, the person who shoots is bloodless, so cold, cultures collide, they fought the law 'saying I stoop and did it my way' and the law won, one eliminated another, no sun will shine for their day today, no more moon to play under, drew the short stick, call it the gangsters redemption, all others to shame, no pain, for the gun to cry a disgrace the public enemy go and tired, a tale they drew the bad that became bloody in the end.