A Criminal
The poem in a nutshell This poem has been written from the vantage point of a criminal. We consider them to be the ill sides of our society. However, we should keep in mind that they, too, are human beings of flesh and blood. They, too, have their own joys, their own sorrows, their own love, their own hatred, their own laughter, their own tears, their own emotions and feelings and so on and so forth. The basic point is that none of them are inherent criminals; they are rather the products of our criminalish society. The poem-- "A Criminal" I may be a criminal; Still, I have a heart; I may be a criminal; Yet, I have my own love. I may be a criminal; Still, I have my own joys; Still, I have my own pains; I have my own laughter; I have my own tears; I have my own dreams; I have my own songs. You will never ask me why -- I know that beforehand. So, I choose to answer now -- "I, too, am a human being Made of flesh an