The Greatest Robbery

A very common and gruesome kind is a robbery With the plunder in a grave at the cemetery When the robbed mourn for the robber Instead of baying for his blood they cry for she is no more And now they are gathered to pay last respects To the loved one the greatest robber In that day lamenting and mourning For the fruit which has been plucked out Forever removed from the garden of the future What was meant to be was never to be As the ground has been made barren And with the seed in its sprouting dried and dead The fruit that was to heal many And cause light to dawn in their darkness Was never to be harvested But in its embryonic stage was located beyond Never to be found and never to be For our sun set and our moon withdrew herself And in the fullest flowering of an insane modus operandi Coming to a shuddering crescendo of an appalling crime Of thoughtless robbery, Withholding her light she left us groping And in darkness we stumbled For our loved one in committing suicide She robbed the world Our loved one the greatest robber Why have you become barren And refusing to bear the fruit Why is your lamp off And refusing to give the light Why tell me why Why do we rob the world