Watching the man in the dock
Thinking to myself, ‘well, that’s his lot.’
As he answers questions with a sweaty brow
There seems to be no way out for him now
A gun he used to defend himself against who?
This the jury needs answered, who was he to shoot?
His tight lipped though with his words
The Judge and Jury not listening to what’s heard
He knows it’s a lost cause to fight
Sometimes keeping quiet is only right
But going down for years is stupidity
No-one can save him from his vulnerability
So what does he do to escape this mess
Should he really truly confess?
Or head down accept his punishment
And bide his time to reap his own judgement
The law he knows can be an ass
For him it’s all based on class
If you have money and power to wield
This can be used as a defensive shield
For people like him who fall by the wayside
There can be no help, nowhere to hide
Reality sinks as he’ll grin and bear it
Accepting the ruling as he quietly sits
This criminal is a lost cause
He made mistakes, didn’t think to pause
Five years he’ll probably serve
He wishes his voice could be heard
Caliburnus Rises 