Injustice

[Eamon1943]

The judge said step down boy and dry up your tears
you're going to prison for a term of ten years

He thought for a moment shuddering with fright
then the truth hit him he went out like a light

Your honour I'm innocent I didn't do the crime
The judge said "down boy "start doing your time

He cried "I'm not a bad man "he stood in the dock
manacled and handcuffed he staggered in shock

What will happen to my wife a mother of three
the jury didn't rule on what was happening to me

The appeal against my sentence didn't go well
I still remain incarcerated in this living hell

There's no justice in condemning an innocent man
I won't let this change the person I am

Many years later I'm still behind the wall
the moral of this tale "be a lesson to all.!

Eamon 1943

 

[Pedrocut]

The first line reminds me of an old Irish song. Daniel O'Donnell, 21 years

 

[mw0njm.]

a similar one Three Leaf Shamrock

Connie Foley – 21 Years

[Verse 1] / The judge said, "Stand up lad and dry up your tears" / "You're sentenced to Dartmoor for twenty one years" / So dry up your tears, babe, and kiss me goodbye / The best

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[mw0njm.]

I found an old stocking And filled it with lead.
I hit a bloke right on the head.

Along came a copper, and asked me my name.
I gave him the answer, With a bicycle chain.

The Judge said "sit down, boy, and dry up your tears.
you're going to borstal, for 2 or 3 years."
My mother was crying; my father dropped dead.
My little kid brother shot the judge in the head.

There's bars on the windows; there's bars on the doors,
And just for precaution, there's bars on the floors.

I counted the moonbeams; I counted the stars.
I counted four thousand, of those borstal bars.

If I was the Jailer, and the jailer was me,
I'd open those doors and set myself free.

But I'm not the jailer, and the jailer ain't me,
so I just count those bars until I'm set free.