Justice! Justice! Justice must be served.
Oh yes of course, but how?
Hang! Shoot! Burn the criminal.
One at a time, ease the pressure.
To the gallows, the gallows ‘tis what he deserves.
Hear him out, I rather say…
No way! Set an example, let him suffer!
Hmm, you might be wrong, don’t you think?
Away with him, guilty as charged, he sure is.
Wait! Uncover his face.
Brother?! How be it?
To the gallows, don’t you think?
No way! ‘tis an error, must be a setup.
Take that look before you leap.
Aye aye Sir, a good life you’ve saved.
In blindess you would’ve killed.
Who infected my innocent boys,
With poisoned asp tea,
Turned them to bland robots,
Implements of total destruction.
A crazy craze for wanton destruction,
Fire fighters, fighting for life,
Men of peace, losing their piece,
Battering the sacred order of brotherhood.
Behind the thick smoke curtain,
Horror filled scenes in red,
A caricature of world war II,
Pity, my backyard is the setting.
Roasted chickens or roasted children?
Mother’s pot, burnt to ashes,
Cries of hunger a thing of the past,
As infernos are fed to their fill.
My children heed my call,
Hearken patiently to my advice,
At the boiling point of angry reasoning,
Destruction and regret evaporate.
The beauty of peaceful creativity,
Is a graphic illustration of prosperity,
Materializing in successful abundance.
This I wish you to learn…