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.
