Let Them Have It
"Let him have it!" - bang!
The blackguard ought to hang.
Protests were made
and hands were wrung,
but, consequently, Mr. Bentley
swung and swung and swung.
Yet still it was proclaimed
with national pride inflamed
that British justice,
it's grand flag unfurled,
is incidentally, Mr. Bentley,
the best in the whole bloody world.
Now we twelve stood accused,
not guilty but confused.
Rough justice engaged
the wheels within wheels,
and coincidentally, Mr. Bentley,
we now know how it feels.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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