A Robber's Apologia

by samuel   Feb 6, 2005


Dusk has arrived,
Cover for my game;
Vehemence is swifter,
It will be tonight.
Pa goes drinking,
Ma will be asleep;
Siblings are hampered,
The dark woos.
Purpose denies malice,
I bear Earth no ill;
She toughened my resolve,
Gave me weapons too.
I must survive,
So too my kin;
We have no fault,
Except to be poor.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    Nice short and to the point!

  • 19 years ago

    by samuel

    No fault indeed - but any remedy save the brutality of robbery - two wrongs make no right, surely?