The Illusive Thief

In the shadows of the night he roams, A thief so skilled, no one can know,

With silent steps, he moves like a ghost, His heart pure, his intentions unknown.

He takes what they have wrongly gained, And gives it back to those in pain.

His face obscured, his identity hidden, He fights for justice, his mission driven,

No fear of the law, or those in power, He fights for what's right, in the darkest hour.

"Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king."

— Bob Dylan

He steals from the rich, who don't share, And gives to the poor, who don't dare,

To speak up against the ones in might, Who put their lives in constant strife.

He's the illusive thief, with a heart so true, Fighting for justice, for me and you,

In the darkest of nights, his deeds unknown, But his legacy will forever be shown.

For his actions speak louder than words, And his common virtue rings like a flock of birds,

He may be a thief, but a hero still, Fighting for the rights, of those he wills.