Poetic Justice

The decision of precision The glam of the jam The squeeze that produces the please The rush that induces the hush The eternal silence of the sleep The response from my rule Sweet, simple and pure The predator’s cure All to sad No prejudice, all are welcome To take their “shot”, at a “solution” Go ahead, it’s your “right” To be “empowered” To make the choice between life and death For your brethren and his family It’s your constitutional amendment That allows you to bear arms And “execute” your “right” at a whim We the people will protect “your rights” Even though you violated someone else’s We’ll make sure that you are treated fairly We’ll clothe, feed and educate you Until we decide if your guilty or not Then when we convict you We’ll make sure that you stay locked up and “alive” We’ll give you early release for “good behavior” Even though that’s not why you here in the first place We will uphold “your rights” Even though you denied another's right to live We will allow you to live Because we won’t violate your right to life We will allow appeals, to plead your unfair judgment We will rehabilitate you for society A sick attitude To allow the decision of death and then apply punishment For the execution of that right A sick mind running a twisted world It’s wrong, and we all know it Eric (and sometimes not)