Sequel To a Girl Was Raped In a Bus That Night

It is time to grieve a cop has died Son to a mother, darling father to a child Leaving kin behind and many more Claimed by the force to have been beaten to pulp by a mob seeking gore An honest cop fell of which there are a few But it wasn't the cop that the movement slew The lie is contested by those present, who saw The ugly face stands exposed of the upholders of law They tried to twist facts to make a point In our country even post mortem reports can be purloined Claims made by the force are inconsistent so far The cop wasn't battered but it was the chief’s attempt to tar Civil society and a spontaneous movement by far He succumbed to cardiac arrest and possibly the atrocities he witnessed that day Taken care of by civil society who sought assistance for his medical care Humanity grieves whenever a life is lost Foolish decisions by foolish men and look who’s paid the cost There will be an inquiry, a routine government demand But in this age of vendetta politics, the state will likely seek an innocent's remand So vitiated is the administration’s vision today For a cop’s death a political adversary will have to pay But in that ill fated time there was only one villain in the fray The rest were civil society gathered near Raisina Hill that day Policemen on duty who had donned their uniform Forgot the law and the oath they had sworn Striking citizens in chilly December with water cannons and batons They have to learn policing anew from more civilized nations The collateral damage the chief spoke of like some Bollywood goon Has exposed him for what he is – our national buffoon Listen governments past and present It is time the Augean stables were cleansed If the freedom guaranteed by our founding fathers is not assured today If the birthright of security that a woman needs is trivialized and frittered away Lest ye forget the girl’s condition hasn't improved and remains critical Time to introspect and delve into a mindset, still medieval A handy tool to cover misdemeanours and serving well your political ends Who turn on their masters and subvert truths for your petty gains You in Government remember we are a billion or more Our votes count – come 2014 and election day, you’ll be shown the door