A little bit of irony
**WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS**
An urban legend?
Some years back, in California’s Oakland town,
The police had a mission that brought them much renown.
A gunman, they were told, had barricaded tight,
Inside his humble home, ready for a fight.
Two hours they did spend, with tactics oh so keen,
Firing tear gas canisters, a grand total of ten.
The air was thick with tension, the officers all braced,
But little did they know, their efforts were misplaced.
For standing in the line, amidst the blue and brave,
Was the gunman they sought, his own freedom to stave.
"Please come out and give yourself up!" he did shout,
A twist of fate so wild, it left no room for doubt.
The irony was rich, the drama quite sublime,
Even the hardest hearts had to smile in time.
For in this grand charade, with its comedic end,
It seemed the gunman, too, was playing the role of friend.
An urban legend?
Some years back, in California’s Oakland town,
The police had a mission that brought them much renown.
A gunman, they were told, had barricaded tight,
Inside his humble home, ready for a fight.
Two hours they did spend, with tactics oh so keen,
Firing tear gas canisters, a grand total of ten.
The air was thick with tension, the officers all braced,
But little did they know, their efforts were misplaced.
For standing in the line, amidst the blue and brave,
Was the gunman they sought, his own freedom to stave.
"Please come out and give yourself up!" he did shout,
A twist of fate so wild, it left no room for doubt.
The irony was rich, the drama quite sublime,
Even the hardest hearts had to smile in time.
For in this grand charade, with its comedic end,
It seemed the gunman, too, was playing the role of friend.
