He was a good

Reliable poor guy

For reasonable reward

He helped a lot

For a long time

I trusted him

Until it rusted

When he took a bend

An unexpected turn

To soil his hand

With my last rands

To fill our tummies

He dashed away

To possible crannies

Avoiding to be found

But I genuinely swear

He can’t run from himself

Gradually, his conscience

Will chow him to his grave

Also hope he knows

Karma is like death

It visits in secret

Even if he wins now

To get away with it

Hell is waiting for him