"Stolen"

In the middle of the night,
When there's no-one in sight
He creeps in someone's house
Quiet foot fall, silent he glides,
As silent as a mouse.

What is he searching for?
What does he have in store?
A Task leaves a World distraught.
Rummage round, what can be found,
In simple mind he thought.

A Stereo, a Radio, maybe Flat TV.
Is he needy or greedy,
Deprive the Weak, the Innocent,
Of what is rightfully theirs,
Void remorse with absent sentiment.

The loot akin to Bee's Honey.
Thief's in it for the Money.
When gone, the Victim's quiet cry.
I am lost, why would they dare
Into our life a Thief did pry.

He felt no pain.
He's sick, perhaps insane.
Desperation knows no care.
What's taken in greed maybe need.
His ilk suffers not, from Fear.

Material Loot was taken.
All things aren't forsaken.
One hopes of an Arrest.
Whence Judge appears, Lawyers swears,
His Freedom they will Protest.

On Street again, shows an Evil core.
He breaks into a Store!
The World can't even score?
Alarms Bell toll, in muffled shout
Compliant indifference cannot ignore.