Our jury came
back, at just after three
Their finding of
guilty was pleasing for me
Out team’s hard
work was a pleasure to see
Half a decade he
will spend in a jail
A mandatory minimum
he faces this time
The second
occasion he’s committed this crime
When he gets back
to his village he’ll be out of his prime
Just another poor
middle aged male
The lies that he
told, they did not hold water
He did not tell
the truth, but I think that he oughta
When the Navy
turned up, it was lambs to the slaughter
His plan to come
here it did fail
On the fourth of
July, he’ll be given five years
Don’t come to our
country and tell lies about fears
It’s too late for
contrition, it’s too late for tears
He made the
choice to set sail
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