My opponent makes his case
out to the jury
As I listen to his words, I’m
filled with dread and I’m disturbed
At times my emotions turn to fury
He’s been to this land
before; he’s a mercenary whore
He came here just two short
years ago
He was a crewman on a boat,
paid to keep the thing afloat
Until an island called
Australia it did show
But he says that he was
tricked, when on the boat he skipped
Says he was drunk and he was
tired at the time
So he went to sleep for
hours, and did not exercise his powers
As he engaged in all those
things that made the crime
He says he started in
Jakarta, and went drinking with a partner
And in the very early hours
he went onboard
The boat that reached
Australia, but his voyage was a failure
When apprehended by the Navy
he was floored
The accused says he was
surprised, when he opened up his eyes
And found himself at sea, no
land in sight
Surrounded by the refugees in
the dark and threatening seas
He tells you that he was in a
state of fright
I say you should reject it,
and your mind not be deflected
By the lies that just have
fallen from his mouth
He wants his freedom to
maintain, and to him this is a game
As he navigated truly to the
south
Do not be deceived, this man
should not be believed
His story is a fiction in
full flight
He got paid a heap of money;
would have made his life so
But instead he should be in
the cells tonight
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