Campsite Thievery

The campsites nexus
Stood a motley, dismal crowd
No fire for their cold today,
For the rain trickles down upon them
Just like any other cold, cruel day.
Something was askew however -
New members of the crew would appear
Then, items of wealth start to disappear.
Three suspicious men now start to worry:
The people's agitation might crimp their rapine
These people they steal from,
Are diverse but treat each other unequally
But together they wax against unwelcome foes
So one of these thieving men of great wag
Sired a plan to allay his fellow robbers
They listened agog with silence
As he dictated that a certain person of the group
Who, contained a large deal of virtu,
Should perform a sermon to divert their attention
While behind their backs, they could retreat.
Unable to see how this would work
The one assigned the mission to be a missionary
Demanded details before agreeing to this command
The designer of this construed design
Explained that those vapid lot standing in the campsite
Are of the superstitious rule -
Proof being murmurs of agreement of a few
Who thinks that the area might be hunted is true.
So without further ado
The chosen one went to action:
With an ethereal voice
He lured everyone's interest
With talks of genesis and life after death
Smiling broadly to all before him
He ended his speech shortly thereafter
His friends were now a rich, mile away.