The thick leather bound

Wallet

That was stolen

By the criminals in Paris

Withered desperate souls

Sits next to my hand

Upon arrival back

Somehow

I have pity for those silly fools

Who steal for a living

They have no meaning on this planet

They just take

And justify their deeds with needs

Of silliness

Rather have no heart

For these silly fools

The wallet tells the story

Everyday I see it