Banished on earth

This is the first poem I've written in English and it's about an outlaw that robbed banks and did everything she could do during the great depression era to feed herself and those around her.

Rat-tat-tat That's how it ended
With guns in both hands they took my life
I was told that the people I offended
Wanted to see my blood on their knife

I was said to be a danger to their safety 
That I robbed banks to feed my own needs.
They shouted that I wouldn't live to be eighty
That they wouldn't stop until I would bleed

They stood together and laughed at my misfortune.
Others stood in silence, shocked by the crime.
Someone said that my death was a distortion,
that my crimes were only to give those in need a dime. 

When I stepped up to meet my master
He wept and said I had done no good.
That on earth I left a trail of disaster.
I killed men and ran roughshod.

I cried and said that I wasn't sorry.
That they hurt hundred people down there.
They took the food and left them to worry.
'bout their starving children, that only fed on air.

He took my hand and said he was angered 
That ignorance ruled among his children
And that the rulers didn't feed  those who suffered
And the hunger turned good people into villain.

He said he wished he could do me some justice.
But his hands are tied, I must be punished. 
The sins I committed to fight the injustice
Didn't help me, he said it would get me banished

Banished on earth, you will be stuck.
Feeling like you will never belong
Your finger will forever be on the trigger
Knowing that your life is all wrong.