Poem. Gypsey's of Prague

Gypsys of Prague
The sun is gone, darkness is near.
Another workday is finished here.
Commuters rush for the underground rails.
I join the crowds before it fails.
Tourists anxious for their destinations.
But trains stop at all the stations.
Watch out! They’re here, a feeling felt.
My hands surround my money belt.
Three young men close in on me.
No eye contact, nothing to see.
Arms are gently and strongly gripped.
Fear surrounds me, my guard has slipped.
Another station, they were gone.
I felt my belt, something’s wrong.
With trembling hands with unzipped thought.
No money, no cards, I have been caught.
I have been robbed, I soon proclaimed.
Just blank stares was all I gained.
The card was cancelled, money missed.
Underground travels off my list.
When Prague I go again one day.
My money will be safe in another way.