Dick Turpin the highway man
who stole from many a lady and gent,
was hanged for stealing horses
in York, in 1739.
And from this world he went.
We know re-incarnation is
not believed by most
but it doesn’t take a blind man
to see Dick Turpin has re-entered
the land of human folk.
He has been seen
not riding his black stallion
stopping a stage coach
wearing knee-high stockings
holding not a gun.
Not stealing golden crowns
from those with wigs and gowns.
He has evolved.
Gone corporate.
Micro chipped.
Has changed the moral code,
the mode, the goal posts of the game.
Specialised more know-how now
has carved up banks, owns sweat-shops,
pharmaceuticals, casinos, diet coke,
a continent or two.
Politicians crammed in his pockets.
Blackberry at his ear.
Newsmen for his dinner.
A fat cat with his women looking thinner.
So here we are, things looking dark.
But listen, hear the lark, the dawn is on its way.
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