police station

of buildings and papers
inked with dust and disgust
dumped on all sides
for posterity to witness

the ambience so poor
that no soul would be pure
the air so damp
that no clothe can dry

a place for the people
built by the people
with dreams and hopes
did they make the structure

little did they know
of what lied ahead
a place they would dread
a place they would fear

thats how it turned out
thats how it worked out
for at the end
no mortal can be pure

justice for all
proclaimed the label
a blot in the eye
for there was nothing but evil

no prize for guessing
the place which i mean
the place no other
than an indian police station