Poem 70 - Bank Robbery

I went in the crowded bank to withdraw some cash

Heard Gun shots when I was about to take the money stash

I quickly turned around saw men fully in Black

With the guns they had they could give you a proper whack

"Hands Up" under a mask a muffled voice ringed through the air

In a minute all hands shot up after the voice gave that scare

They Came pointing the guns and stole all the money we had

If they didn't have guns I swear I would have gone mad

They ran out and jumped in a mud covered license plate car

In a minute from the bank they were very far

Everybody started shouting and panicking

"They took the money which I withdrew for my daughter's wedding"

Blood streamed across the front door. A security's stained cap

Now had died the security "Poor Old Chap"

All the phone lines had been disconnected

"What about my daughter's Wedding!" the same voice said

Left, After all there was nothing I could do

Woefully, Many other people went too

All lost at least a month's savings

Nowadays strange are these things

-Gaurang Rao