Mary's Cry

Mary cries on a busy street

Haunting me to my office seat

Her pocket ripped by spooky hand

Then gangster soon was on the run

And lady lost her father’s treat

All and I tried our chasing feet

But snatcher’s speed, we cannot beat

He and his loot are now all gone

Mary cries amid helpless fleet

An hour have passed, my eyes would greet

The face we chased, the thug is it

Can’t call police though crime was done

He’s casual now with his goon clan

Cheery with their successful hit

While Mary cries of unsafe street