Wither the concept
of absentee Justice
of absentee Justice
She used to exist
on a marble pedestal
long before we got lost in the haze
when the fog of corruption rolled in
clouding our way
Money and Power
Those pernicious serpent twins
seduced the fair maiden
then tossed her away
Now we sit in the wreckage
of a once noble notion
The battles have all been fought
Once proud banners lie tattered and charred
All that remains are the incriminating scars
covering the hard verdict of history
No appeals will be forthcoming
No reprieves to be received
Harsh Karma is in charge today
The bill for our sins have come due
and she's in a collection mood
for a dead beat country
that now has to pay
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