Claustrophobia

Was riding through Cox Town today ruminating on the claustrophobia that I have now felt for quite a while in my life. Here's the result.

Claustrophobia

There once was this bird named Polly
Who, one day, realised "Oh Golly!"
That the cage he was begot in
Had so suddenly gotten
Too small for the dreams he had bought in-to.
Dead is the big bird in a small cage.
Dead is the crushed hope
that never came of age.

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I watched cops collect their mamool yesterday. Brazenly, rightfully, no second guesses or guilt or other inconvenient emotions....
Should I have done something to prevent the occurrence of corruption? After all, if I intervened, the small guys with their carts on the street because they can't afford anything better, would get a raw deal as a result. And they aren't hurting anyone with what they do, so I don't see why the law should attack them while guys with money get away with worse transgressions.
But if I look the other way this time, I have to look away the next time around and the line grows more blurred as time goes by.
Why couldn't the world just be black and white?