The ink dancing
The fingers pointing
The shadow play just begun
The end shows hardly a surprise?
The 4 messengers
Gang it up to concoct a story
Now the script tattering
The small Brutus playing his game
Police report made
Let an independent officer investigates
Let there be transparency and accountability
Otherwise a file on ‘insufficient evidence’
This is what will likely happen
The police can’t investigate
There is no green light to go in
The indelible ink of 48,000 bottles
The sun will take it up
And the 4 messengers walk away coolly
Under the camouflage of shades and shadows
The PM, IGP, AG and EC
They better tell the truth
Finger pointing isn’t the way
Tell the people why it happens?
The shadow play
The small Brutus makes his way
The 48,000 bottles shaking their heads
Don’t let us be prisoners; let us go out and dance
Under the hot sun………………
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