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May 2018
It is not my fault.
Not in my linage,
not in my blood,
how to make things
disappear as I pass close
to other peoples things
or items not mine
or cherished possessions,
not even in their absence,
things not my own,
not belonging to me,
for I am not a magician.
Was not born a
kleptomaniac.
I guess I'm good at
leaving things behind,
instead of stealing them.
They disappoint me,
hurt my feelings.
What can I say,
of those elite ones
in public office
embezzling public funds
or rather stealing it.
What a humiliation  
for the family,
or the embarrassment
to the friends of such a one.
I cover my face in shame
because of people like that.
It's not in my blood,
I cannot condone such people.
A thief is not a thief
because he stole,
a thief is a thief because he steals.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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