Swift judgement can be unfair judgement.

I stole something today.
Will you lock me up in jail?
Punish me for what I've done?
My society betrayal?

How wrong of me to take
A possession not mine,
Justice must be done;
I have stepped out of line.

Thief! Thief! They all chant,
My maker I must meet.
Just know I stole that bread
Because I live on the street.

The End

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