You're The Judge Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

One who seats in a soft turning
Sofa lessened with the pride
of hopping and relaxed foams.
Turning the leaves of booklets,
Caressing the depth of hidden
figures.
He takes up the crying object,
Filled it tears on the seductive
pages of the leaflet.
Then after the leaflet is soaked.
He's gone with '7.5 billion naira'.

And.....

One who's been famished.
Striving to meet the standards
of the toads. Lurking under the
shelter of penury, given as a
token to abject poverty.
Being drowned in ocean of
indecision. He measures the path
of the market to get his worm
pleased by claiming what's not
out to be claimed.
Then he was caught: Anxious tyre,
Mensurated petrol, Elating matches
dazes and escorted him to the realm.

Who is supposed to die?
The former or the latter?

Who is the theif?
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