Yesterday back home
The news was bad
A band of armed robbers
Attacked a money lender
At his home.
He took his gun
To shoot or not to shoot
For the robbers
Mixed up with his Children
Just as the bullets
Left the robber's gun
One slippery robber was down
And without hesitation
The money lender too was down
Spinning in his own blood.
An alarm was raised
And the police came
About the scene
To every one's chagrin
The slained robber
Was a flexible cop
Who would bring about
The sack of our town.
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