Where Is Justice?

Justice is not justice But a rule book of crime and punishment And that who is guilty, At fault Whether penitent or not, Who can ever say it? Those whom we call or think to be Are not so As because hate the sin, not the sinner, who with the religious text Into the hands of his Refusing to admit it. Would not have been so, Had his parents given time to Instead of their business, Would not have been so As got he misled, The bad company too spoilt him. Now who call themselves the patrons of religion, The keepers of the rule and maintainers of law Are not the righteous men But the business men Who are to make money and go away As the jails are not jails, Should have been correctional homes instead. Justice has turned into a business And they the contractors of it, The police the bosses of criminals, The loose guardians supportive of And catching for show And the lawyers the dealers, Bargainers of crime and punishment Stuck into paraphernalia, Rules and regulations bound in files And justice delaying for fees and establishment.