Poor Mad Thieves

In an empty hall

Roamed a little girl

Her heart on freeze

Her voice like breeze

 

She sang a sad song

Of a poor mad thief

Who killed lifeless people

To steal forgotten things

 

Invisible tears

Stained her voice

A melancholic melody

Sang along

 

 

The crowd of people

Oblivious of

The  knots of demons

Dancing in circles

 

People would pity the thief

But she will not only that

She would go raid with him

Because of all, she does understand

 

All the sad thieves ever wanted

Was to find what has been stolen

The three divine gifts:

Peace, love and happiness.