Banditry

Say ‘Yes’ to infantry Not to Banditry: To a nation-shepherding troop, Not to a wealth-chasing group From shattered homes Or discontented domes. A mass approach to violent robbery By haters of stories that targets were slippery, Enacting scenes unspeakably horrible Just to make annoying failure impossible. Treasure-Crazy killers At times, televised in thrillers But scarcely a heralded team And at whom smiles don’t beam. Alass! A much unchecked bloodletting In every vista, every setting Lives wasting that never will be bought And screams unlocking from the ruthlessly shot. It’s an unceasing hunger To often sound vulgar Between “Son-of-a-” To whom they’re resolved to ditch And “I’ll ing shoot you” To whom they didn’t care to find out ‘who’? But-Thanks-quarrel they would over spoils, Gangsters highly rating their individual toils Though sometimes from memories lost to rum, Now ordering them to burst one another’s bum!