A drug pusher or A Murderer; who would you rather be?

Can crime cure another crime?
As the government started the game,
The crime ignites the fire within the country,
A suspect lives in the character of a victim,
How ironic could that be.

In the darkest part of the night,
Where silence reigned the most,
Criminals are being hunt down,
Another blood was offered,
In exhange for this country's peace.

Homeless scattered downtown,
When simply accused as drug adict,
Might get shoot down before an eye,
"I'm a pusher!" howls the placard,
Claiming the lives of the innocents.

Police are looking for a criminal,
While turning themselves as one,
Where is the word humanity,
In these modern society,
Where no one even knows who the real criminal is.

Who carry the most weight of sin,
An innocent often misleads as an adict,
Or a murderer hiding under the reflection of an authorised person,
As the killings continue,
Nothings has really changed.