Power and butter

Relatives they are-

Somewhere some ways-

None of these two can be taken with straight finger,

They are not strangers.

Political killings happened-

Lawsuit filed-

Police is trying-

Criminals are roaming before police’s nose!

No one is charged or caught,

How can they see them?

Can you see your forehead?

The victims’ side must go for agitation, strike,

Processions, protests, burning down train,

Media must shout in one voice,

The bigger the victim the bigger the protest and shout!

No protest aloud-

Says the Home ministry.

Power and butter

Relatives they are.

Home ministry will be diplomatic in their tone,

Police decline to comment,

Combing operations, current net will be stretched to catch the killers.

In the comb some teeth would be broken! As usual-

In the net some holes would be found as usual-

Otherwise how could the criminals slip away?

The idiots and innocents would be caught red handed-

Plotted – or naïve!

Taken to jail-

Justice would be injustice.

Judges watches faces,

Wondering before giving verdict-

Who is who, what to write

In case the Prime minister arrive!

Power and butter

Relatives they are-

After a while the protests died down- as usual-

The candle light of mourning would be dimmed, and off-

Memories waxing up quietly, with time passages;

Human chain protests, candle lit protests all done and faded away.

Where the institution fails,

How justice ensured?

Power and butter

Relatives they are-