Your Justice is an Insult
Thirty pieces of silver
They call it, justice in a bag
The dead sold out by the living
No voice to answer back.
A few thousand pounds
For those special men’s lives
Hard working family men
With children and a wife.
I see that you are living
Lady luck shines bright for you
Wouldn’t you demand fair recompense
If the man in the coffin was you?
I’m searching for the closure
The anger’s still molten within
But silver never was my justice
Thirty pieces, shame on all of you.
30/7/06
