See caption for the full poem. This is a rant against the brutal and corrupt police of India
You are a guardian of the law
Your duty is to keep crime at bay
And bring the criminals to justice
But, as I watch you,
Wearing a khaki uniform
And swinging your baton around
As you go about on your daily rounds
I am filled with such a rage
That I hold my hand up in prayer
And desperately wish that thoughts could kill
Because you would then be dead
Before anyone could even say "police"
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