In Many Respects

That was a golden time of my life, When I and my friend play a lot, Nobody has complain for children, Sun grows and dies we never care. Very few police comes on a round, Very simple, on a bike and had a stick, People’s crime was only theft or They make illegal alcohol to sell. When police raided people feels shame, Their dignity and honour was respect, A Crime committed person hears all, And cooperates to change himself. Although people were poor but loves, That was only their living base, They believe to borrow things, They ran to share if anyone falls sick. When police got a motorcycle and gun, Crime also gets changed criminal people, And police shared their benefit to rob, Both hands to befool the system. If they arrest a criminal honour a rank. If they don’t arrest them get bribery, When police got a gun criminals got stain, When police got stain criminals got Bomb. In many respects the corrupt police, Never cares for murders and rapes, When someone was killed in village, Police enjoys a day as a celebration.