The Thieves Of Lives Poem by Ben Bump

People accustomed to theft,
Snatching, grabbing lives with disregard,
You look to me for protection...
And I found my purpose all too well.

Gambling with the reaper's dice
My opponent and I shared the moment.
We traded eyes and teeth,
And now he neither sees nor smiles.

Borrowing from time and stealing from God,
Mother Nature's harshest lesson unfolds again.
Survival of the fittest.
A guilty thief I so became.