A bank robber to his hostages
To my speech you all listen
To plan to it hasten...
Once your money is in my briefcase
My behaviour I shall change
The life - improving dollar in my embrace
Hopes of your release within range...
And no more of these upsetting speeches
That threaten your earthly riches
Sometimes seizing your breath
A big havoc wreaking on your health
Nor again will you glimpse this bizarre mask
Asking for the right keys to your bank's sacred locks
Your history pages simply recording this hateful task
For which you'd celebrate whomever bravely blocks
Yet, I have to warn the Rescue Mission dreamer
And that black gorilla schemer
Now seemingly shaking like a leaf
But edging near to the Alarm Button!
His adventurous face to wear the grief
Of a week - long starved glutton!
Also, the pregnant blonde on my left
Seriously impressing that she's carrying my child
Besides the three or four year old boy very deft
And a bit of the wild.
The first two shan't in one piece remain
When my AK 47 starts its traditional song.
And I'm telling you in the main,
It does so a bit too long.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2020
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