The Perfect Crime
Poem by Benjamin Estrada
Art by Fernando Amaro Jr.

The bandits long ago stole all of our hearts…removing them and riding off into the night…taking them to the North…hiding them in the South…selling them in the East…and sacrificing them in the West, where they were held up high above the crowds…thieves crept into our dreary huts and captured our only love…we stood full of tears as they flew off into the twilight…only the vibrations of stars to comfort the children below…the frozen air entered our chests…escaping our bodies even colder then before…the criminals laughed during their campaign of lust…bags slung across their shoulders…Bandits long ago stole all of our hearts…and we cried because our voices weren't loud enough to say a word…

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