This growing divide between rich and poor,
That disparity between obscene wealth and abject poverty,
A gap which grows only larger, not narrower,
Fills me with great anger.
Would I to take up my bow and arrows as Robin of the Hood,
A pair of pistols as the Highwayman Dick Turpin,
Or rapier of justice as Zorro rides once more,
And roaming the high seas as did Black Bart.
I would love to redress this grave balance.
Relieving the bourgeoisie of their affluence,
And redistributing to the proletariat.
A Holy Terror to the Ungodly.
© 2017 S Phua