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Relationship with the people is grown on mistrust
Jungle justice makes the pillars of the society rust

In black uniforms, these enforcers of the law
Parade themselves like armed angels without a flaw

The office wall claims ‘the police is your friend’
Registering a case without the pocket is already the end

Self rewarding through the collection of forced wage
with the good, the bad or the ugly staying on the same page.

Porous is their business, just let the money talk
making the runway free for bullshit to walk.

Carrying out an investigation also involves taking a long nap
claiming to run a race, covering not even a lap.

Complacency but to the duty of protection, they feign
negligence stabs order, hoodlums eat on its remains.

Allowing very wide newly built tarred roads
to be plied by stinking cockroaches and wild toads.

So few are the good ones to remove the cancer
shouting loud but unheard are there answers.

Their achievements and accolades, history cannot write
until the pen is inked for things to majorly go right.

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