So you strike again with a cold heart
Never knowing the emotions you cause
You take what doesn’t belong to you
Coming back again for more
You cause sadness and pain
Taking what doesn’t belong to you
Unease and fear also play their part
In the crimes that you do
I hope you don’t sleep tonight
That karma strikes you well
Paying you back ten-fold
For the lives you ruin and make hell
If I believed in hell
Then that’s where you belong
You’re scum of the lowest order
You don’t see what you do wrong
Posted in: Poetry
Bianca
July 4, 2012
Karma works in mysterious ways! I am sure they will get their karma one day
Darren Greenidge
July 5, 2012
Let’s hope so! I wrote it about My mum who keeps getting things stolen from her over the past two years. The neighbours never ‘see’ or ‘hear’ a thing yet are in prime position to. I wrote this to vent my frustration.