He looks, he walks, he grabs his sack
He sneaks, he creeps, he’s on his way back
He puts his sack in his secret pond
And in the flash of a camera, he’s gone
The bag, which held stolen money from the bank,
Went deeper, deeper, down it sank
And who knew he was a robber, slick and sleek
Who knew he was a thief?
If you ever find him, call the police!
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)
You are right... Thieves shouldn't be entertained.... What someone works for years to build, it takes just a few seconds to be stolen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The stealth and quick movement of a thief well depicted in the poem. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you for your comment! I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. I just read your Mandela poem and it is very good!