Committed crime seen at last,
Harsh, swift the verdict is passed.
If they punish the group for the acts of the one,
The group will make sure the habit’s undone.
And if they punish the one for the work of his hand,
A greater repercussion, alone he must stand.
But when the group suffers and the one suffers more,
The group has no need to settle a score.
It’s clear to me that justice has died,
Again betrayed by those I confide.
When I judge, I feel no fury,
It’s obvious now, the villain’s the jury.
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