Police, chor, sepoy,
The birds of the feather
Flocking together,
Friends walking
Hand-in-hand,
Flanked by
Shoulder over shoulder.
The chor committing theft
Which but the police know it,
The parties complaining against,
The informers informing
And the police arresting,
The advocates taking the fees
And the bail being given.
I do not know,
Who is a guard,
Who a thief,
Who an advocate,
Who a judge
And even if the thief gives fees,
Wherefrom,
From the stolen money?
The advocates too take the fees
From the thief
To defend him,
Proving innocent,
Searching lapses
Of law and judgement,
Do they without charging,
Say you?
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