The poem
Upon his way to rob a Bank He paused to watch a fire; Though crowds were pressing rank on rank He pushed a passage nigher; Then sudden heard, piercing and wild, The screaming of a child.
A Public Enemy was he, A hater of the law; He looked around for bravery But only fear he saw; Then to the craven crowds amaze He plunged into the blaze.
How anguished was the waiting spell Of horror and of pain! Then--then from out that fiery hell He staggered forth again: The babe was safe, in blankets wrapt, The man flame lapt.
His record was an evil one, Of violence and sin. No good on earth he'd ever done, Yet--may he Heaven win! A gangster he . . . Is it not odd? --With guts of God.
Robert,
i read your poem and i though it was beautiful, to put so much tought into something you have a gift. i came on this line to find a poem to suit my cousin and yet i came across yours, it kind of gave me that feel that people can change, and although its a poem and i known but in reality everything on there could of came true if it already hasnt some where out there, keep writting your doing great sincerely la morena