Crime And Punishment Poem by Freedom of Speech

Crime and punishment…


You’re doing the crime,

But can’t afford the time,

The alarm bells ring,

The sounds echo in your ears,

Get the f*** out,

You take the hostage,

But she just screams and shouts,

“Get the f**k down”! ! !

The hot steel in your hands,

No one will ever understand,

Every bullet a question,

That no one will ever answer,

So you ask for a car,

Something to get you away far,

As it’s all going wrong,

The voice on the phone,

He’s your best friend,

You have done nothing wrong,

You’re just in your hour of need,

And society will now pay,

Its all f***ed up,

I want my money,

And im on my way,

But, not today son,

The FBI are in your way,

So let’s shoot it out,

And tell the world what it’s all about,

The camera, and the crew, mean nothing to you,

F*** it,

I’ll walk the hostage out! !

Hear the crowd, scream and shout,

As I will be on prime time TV,

Maybe my mum will somehow be proud of me? ?

But here comes the bad weather,

A hail of bullets takes me down,

Into the ground, I fall, and frown,

I once was a king,

But now I’ve lost my crown,

As I fall to the floor,

My life is now, no more,

As the sirens sound,

And I’m going 6ft underground,

Was it the choices I made in life?

Or the child that I was,

Who lived inside a movie?

That somehow, was, once was….

Somehow forgotten….