A Land Without a Single Crook
A land without a single crook,
Because criminals they don't brook:
They'd out fish them with a hook
Relying in their roguish look...
A District without a Half Crook
Battered eyes to one make a spook
And as unpleasant as damned gooks...
The criminal, without fail, cooks
First claiming that he lives took
Then, high time petty that you forsook
No one has got wings of rook
Nor in Vengeful World saved by Book.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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