Whistleblowers hunt their own offences
Made by the Innocents, wrong doers,
Then, thumb a dial for a capture,
To accrue cents!
Guards patrol to shield sanity,
Then seek, cause trouble
To put Evils, Ignorants behind bars-
To have morsel on their own table.
Lawyers pile up files into Shelves,
Many to save, some to indict-
To salvage deep-pocket Offenders, to drown truths...
Hmm, imbalances!
Doctors lack scissors to dewing diseases
But, instantly possess many when diseases strike,
When Victims are brought to their Caring Centres-
Just to gain penny!
Hardworking is a Coffin Seller too,
Pleads to death daily to visit homes, Caring Centres
So as to garner crowd
Just for his pockets to also cling of coins.
Life, full of imbalances!
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