Caught in the middle of crime, <br />The thief waits for his next skill. <br />Your days are numbered like his, <br />But the days are too far away. <br />My thief worked all day, just all the way, <br />Always seeking money from the rich, <br />Gaining new food and tools for his protection. <br />The last sky was littered with food of his house, <br />The house was bitter with talk and losing. <br />He was a thief in the very sight, the thief.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seen-him/
