The higher the criminals And the greater the crime, The lesser the chance Anyone will do time.
If there is one thing We’re loath to expose, It is that our rulers Are wearing no clothes.
The old law that power Will corrupt and debase, We fancied did not Apply in our case.
Our checks and our balances Are all in the past; Without due precaution They never could last.
With each day that passes We look more like Rome, And low-roosting chickens Are all coming home.
David Martin