THE VIGILANTE

Scourging the crime in dark alleys

riding down sharp valleys

striking hard blows to stark realities

indulging myself in theatricalities

know that i am not a mere dilettante

the wrongdoers fear me,

so they call me the vigilante

 

Lending voice to the underdogs

raging my anger on the hogs

cleaning up every murk that clogs

my streets, my town, my blocks

through pointed punishments I establish shanti

the gangsters, scared of me,
call me the vigilante

 

Nothing great I do

I fight, is all I do

Injustice, crime and criminals I hate

Who needs my help, I simply anticipate

I do only good in this world so scanty

The politicians despise me

And they call me the vigilante.

 

 

Posted from WordPress for Android by Mayank Mishra (mayank.mishra@stu.upes.ac.in)

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