Throwing out
The harshest word
Prejudice
And things absurd
Living in
A long gone time
I disagree
And that's my crime
You believe
You've got the right
To spit around
Your poison spite
I've got to say
My wicked friend
I've had enough
We've reached the end
You think you've got a golden gavel
That your robes are spun of steel
You're sitting on an ivory throne
The world beneath your heel
I've got something to tell you
You're not the judge of any trial
So just give me that golden gavel
And we can chat a while
The lady stands
Both blind and true
But she can still
See right through you
Colorblind
No care for wealth
She only sees
Your moral health
The poison bleeds
Across your tongue
Tasting like
The mud you slung
It isn't good
To live such hate
Meet all you know
With cruel debate
You think you've got a golden gavel
That your robes are spun of steel
You're sitting on an ivory throne
The world beneath your heel
I've got something to tell you
You're not the judge of any trial
So just give me that golden gavel
And we can chat a while
Understand
I'm not alone
It's not too late
You can atone
But only if
You've truly learned
Your words are wrong
Court is adjourned