Men in black, busy in discussion,
Over the issue of injustice and corruption,
Their minds sharp, their words precise,
Determined to make a difference, to roll the dice.
They debate and argue, with passion and zeal,
Their hearts ablaze, with a burning ideal,
To fight for what's right, to speak for the weak,
To bring justice to those who are unable to speak.
Their suits may be black, but their hearts are pure,
Their mission clear, to make a change for sure,
For they know that in this world, there is much to be done,
And they won't rest till justice is won.
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