A Rhyming Thriller..

The cop was forced to foist

A case that turned many eyes moist

On a randomly handpicked rascal

Who does no harm more than a jackal

He caught the urchin unaware 

Got a hold to ensure his fleeing nowhere

His bossy senior's hands were after all greased

By big guns to leave them uncreased

For, the victim was a whistleblower

And the cop can let not his head cower

To cuff the ruffians, once charged

But the bribe should curtail their havens being barged

The cop's conscience let not him rest

Setting him forth with a zest

To find the mastermind of the murder,

To absolve his soul from a sinful blunder

He began working undercover

Attempting to ultimately uncover

The real perpetrators, not as accused

But to free himself from being accursed

The cop's net caught first a lawyer

For his notoriety of being a slayer,

Of not just the justice with his words

But of lives, with his henching herds

Neither could he overlook one of the legislators

A popular name among party vacillators

Who would go on a spree of slashing necks

Should he see a threat to his throne, in measure of specks

He stumbled upon stacks of evidence

To incriminate them for many an ignominious instance

But with the woeful one at hand

He was at loss to either sketch their stand

The victim was indeed shoddily burnt to death

Perhaps tied and gagged so as not to let out a breath

The eerily silent and remote place

Let the culprit whisk away, leaving no trail to trace

What secrets were at the victim's hold

None can ever imagine to behold

For all the proofs had gone down the earth

Along with the victim, lying scalded beside the hearth

'Poor fellow!' thought the cop, of the lad

Put in place by him to clad

The damning evil of the devilish twosome

Colluding to hold his job as the ransom

The cop, however, found himself a bit miscued

By the urchin's stoical silence, as the trial ensued

Even when the prosecutors piled up accusations

'He has none to defend, given his poor station

And perhaps would have become hopeless'

Pondered the cop passing on all nights, sleepless

He could not bear the agony any more moment

And was in despair to end his mental torment

'Come what may', pledged he

'I am not letting them roam free'

So he went on to fight tooth and nail

To give the pair a pint of the flavor of jail

Never did he mind the foreseeable loss of his job

For he resolved to be not anymore, a fob

The mission was at last accomplished

As the lawyer and the legislator relinquished

Their losing fight and were shoved into confinement

For not one, but their many cases of bloodthirsty merriment

Relieved, the cop finally unchained his soul

Earlier, submissively tied to a steel pole

The ragamuffin now free, walked away looking placid

Though the confinement had made his person flaccid

The cop caught curious by this apathy

Followed him to his abode that was anything but earthy

'Cheer up sonny! You are now free!' ejaculated the cop

But the reply he received, made his jaw drop

'I burnt the man alive', muttered the lad

'With it, I extinguished the fire I forever had,

To see the mass of flesh tearing apart from the thing

That so marred and maimed my mother's very being'