Where Is Justice? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Justice is not justice
But a rule book of crime and punishment
And that who is guilty,
At fault
Whether penitent or not,
Who can ever say it?

Those whom we call or think to be
Are not so
As because hate the sin, not the sinner,
who with the religious text
Into the hands of his
Refusing to admit it.

Would not have been so,
Had his parents given time to
Instead of their business,
Would not have been so
As got he misled,
The bad company too spoilt him.

Now who call themselves the patrons of religion,
The keepers of the rule and maintainers of law
Are not the righteous men
But the business men
Who are to make money and go away
As the jails are not jails,
Should have been correctional homes instead.

Justice has turned into a business
And they the contractors of it,
The police the bosses of criminals,
The loose guardians supportive of
And catching for show
And the lawyers the dealers,
Bargainers of crime and punishment
Stuck into paraphernalia,
Rules and regulations bound in files
And justice delaying for fees and establishment.