He was running....running as fast as he could.
He wouldhave to stop, he surely would.
But bwhen and where and why and how?
They would catch up no matter what.

Huffing and wheezing, stumbling and tripping,
His knees scratched, his lip bleeding,
His breath becoming short and raspy.
The thought of black bars making him feeble.

"It was only an apple!" he cried out, sobbing,
"Shut your mouth, it's still called robbing!"
"Please, my wife is sick with our child..."
"Let her go to hell, we're doing our job."

Thunder sounded, lightning flashed,
A trigger was pulled as the rain lashed,
His body shook, that did not just happen...
The guard lay dead, his chest bleeding...