The Judgement Of A Good Thief Poem by Major Elazia

The Judgement Of A Good Thief



I have robbed and picked a thousand pockets

Indeed I'm a genius in the art of benevolence law breaking

So forgive me my good learned judge

I only steal bread and water to feed the hungry and the poor

So that they can quench their thirst and forget their hunger

In my sins they have a refuge and protection



Please, your Honor do not judge me harshly

I stole not for my sake but it was a take for others

In the streets I robbed a cabinet minister at gunpoint

So that I could relieve him his wallet and valuables

Which I pawned and got some few coins and notes

That I gave stranded strangers to find their way home



I therefore beseech you not to curse me Your Honor

Nor disown me the child of nation and of benevolence heart

I pinch the children's' home and deliver the orphans to the rich

Just like the way Madonna did in Malawi

I helped Deya in the miracle works of God

Of redistributing wealth to this orphans for their own god



Sorry my dear learned Judge

I must confess I cant help being the modern day Robin Hood

It's a calling my blood cannot resist

When I found a man defiling a minor in some bushes

I got so enraged I shot him dead, it was not premeditated

Because I wanted to serve justice on your behalf their and then



I know the court is not aware of this Judge

Did you hear of the brave break in into the Bank of The Rich

It was part of my philanthropic drive in raising funds

So the poor bright kids and students can go to school

You see if you ask the banks to sponsor then

This banks refuse saying it is not a profit returning venture



I agree I shot the men who were mugging an innocent hawker

I acted like a toughened gentleman and clobbered the muggers square and dry

By the grace of misfortune they all died

It was not my fault though, t'was God culling the society

Removing those who have ill-will upon the welfare of others

As I go about providing security to low souls of the society



I rest my case knowing deep in your consciousness

In your well considered facts of mercy and concern for others

And the need to keep my work alive

You will find a reason to declare I am innocent and wrongly accused.

Please order that I be declared a National Hero,

So that I can continue serving the Nation my way

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Sometimes, we just have to break all the moral rules to safeguard the rights and freedoms of others.
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