I once met a criminal of the lowest order
The refined. Did you rob, sir?  I asked.
To be known as a criminal.
No, he responded.
Did you murder, sir?
No.
So how sir, you are numbered
Among criminals?
I rob children of milk, he declared.
I take their lives decently
I rip to pieces smiles
I silence dreams
I become a devil – god
I shed blood
Without staining my hands with it.
I do not pay taxes.