There are those who roam,

pillage through our world,

caring not for their bodies

but the deeds of their souls.

They might not be normal,

but can’t be made to adhere;

a gang of broken souls,

so unimaginably feared.

They want not your flattery,

nor will they cower at contempt;

care not for folly things,

no time for the inconvenient.

Much more on their minds,

deeds aplenty to be done still.

Some may not be angels,

but all soldiers must sin.

They arrive like a hurricane,

ruthless and swift.

Such is their fabled strength,

even regimes known to wilt. 

It may take a day,

or a millennia at best;

but these gangsters are infamous,

for their iron will and zest. 

No one can buy them off,

incorruptible to the bone;

their solitary wish

is to change our world.

Don’t write them off,

doubting them a grave error;

these gangsters are known

for their unwavering valour.

Gargantuan in number,

united in their diversity. 

So much love for the world,

a trigger for any just triviality. 

Imagine then the power,

behind every great cause. 

These gangsters will ever gather,

to fight all righteous wars. 

They will knock on your door, 

break it down if they must.

Roaring like lions,

they’ll take what you owe. 

Unmerciful towards hate,

demanding their just dues;

these gangster can be cruel,

when debts are left to accrue. 

Your cosmic debt deep,

life is an expensive affair. 

This debt is unpayable,

and yet, somehow, you must pay it.

It only asks that you treat

all life with utmost respect;

stop the perpetual persecution,

stop this bloody mess. 

Their battlecry is simple—

‘Love To All.’ 

The message quite clear:

please put down your arms.

They couldn’t care less

about caste, colour, creed;

the Gangsters of Love,

only want eternal peace.

Love is beast to behold,

caging it a mortal sin. 

Neither time nor tide,

can cut its precious wings.

Armed with pistols of peace,

and ammunition of acceptance,

the Gangsters of Love

are immortal in essence.