Nigerian Police Station

Once, I was there to check a tall Zaki And it became reason to meet khaki, Very clean but most offices tacky: A cop could turn one into a lackey! I know The Police is for the Nation But I shan’t again a Police Station; A world plainly paramilitary, Safer, not better than Solitary, In every station, obvious gyration; Canteens that could serve one large ration, The environment is quite sanitary But should not clinch The Best Commentary… Where one runs into AK47, There holders more than Forty Seven: Men who could catch rogues but their eyes roguish; A lot of money make but still languish… No good guarantee of non-harassment, A chesty cough attracts embarrassment: A fat envelope and one reports a case; A much fatter one to clean and face!