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The Cop [POEM]

poems about society

Looking at that young cop

Something prods me

Propels my mind

What is different here?

Oh! Ah! Yes.

His face

It is humane

Tender yet.

A few years will cure this.

His face will harden,

His waist will thicken

So will his wallet.

In equal proportions

Spitting paan and abuse,

Adept in misuse of power

He would tower

The innocents before him would cower.

In his shade

The harvest of corruption would prosper

He would be a terror

A force to reckon with

At the moment he is wet

The system stands silently to swallow him.

His face is humane, tender yet.

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