Some call him boon some call him crook
he did a crime and stole a book
he ran for his life
people hadn't anything but
words were sahrper then knife
target was he easy
how to teach him lesson
in consultation everyone's bussy

a man ,fed of life, him he slapped
almost fall,little boy felt sapped
told he just wanted to see pictures
of different paintgs , hues
the book was mixture

he's begging trying to say
but didn't his pleas heard they
they handed him over to the cop
wasn't there any who could to em stop
he got put behind the bars
that imprinted unforgettable scars


thin sheet of my heart ruptured to hear
my fuddled soul filled with grief
they punished an innocent thief.....

© Old_Soul