A Doleful plea to the policemen ( prompted by ghastly newspaper reports of innocent dying in prison.)

 A Doleful plea to  the policemen

( prompted  by ghastly  newspaper reports of innocent dying in prison.)

Ye! Policemen, you are great,

You protect  the public, on rounds

Dutiful  and  vigilant.  Catch   thief

Count  perils too. Yet  in most cases,

 milk  of human kindness, miserably

Is missing. Let your kaki livery,

Hardened  Lathe  be more  poised

Not poisoned   by the  stringent  Law

Of  rigour   and  legal   thumb.

Let  not  luxury  be  lashes of

Your  Lathe, let  patience and

And  Reason  rule  your  roost.

Your  promotion  should  not

Demote  a  soul  into  a flicker

Of  soulless  life. Let  your  finger

Point  to  the  right, let   not your

Legs  rough  the  subtle. Open

Your  eyes, see  your loving

Daughter  and  son in victim

 In front of you.  You can  let go

One guilty  but not one innocent

 be punished. Remember this

Law  from  Above.