You remember the afternoon The little lass was found Asleep without her teddy Forever on the ground Not much right is ever Made from such a wrong The boys put him away to stay For I can't recall how long
Workers the next day Discussed it on their coffee break In the wake of tragedy Folks got lots of noise to make "You heard the search is over? A coffin door is open Is nothing sacred any more? What's left here to place hope in?"
The poets wrote some poems The news was nothing new The inmates got their three free meals a day
A chef came close to starving A dealer had a deal to do 'Cause on the outside there are bills to pay....
To keep a roof above one's head To house the killer too A room, no board, a bed, his, free to lay
Honest people sleep on streets Does this not seem wrong to you?! Cry for justice, cry for Her, join me when I say...
Bring Bring Bring Bring Back Back The The Guillotine Guillotine
rebuttal i received: an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. worn out old saying. the victim of homicide dies, but truly it is the friends and family who lose an eye apiece upon hearing word of what's been done, is it not? it's really not an eye for an eye situation when that whole family has been made blind with grief. and now they pay the taxes to feed him. i've never been to jail and i don't really want to but it doesn't sound so bad, think of all the time for reading and writing and practicing whistling. an eye for an eye makes the world realize how nice it really is to see.