The Royal Courts of Justice
What are they going to do
Take an Angel from the troth
The sins of men are true
Blame belongs to others
Witnesses who saw
Other angels gunned down
In a private war
And soothsayers were out there
Prepared to show us all
The ugliness apparent
Our souls against a wall
Of infamy and dreadfulness
As AMERican gunners fired
Their machine guns we all saw them
Maliciousness was hired
What happened the world saw it
The chuckling as loud
The bullets flew in storms of dust
In among that crowd
They tried to actually get away
Feeling the thrust of steel
That tore into their bodies
Death for them was real
What became of the murdering scum
Actually we don’t know
What became of pure honesty
That much we could show
The resonating fervour
The ugliness of sin
an Angel stood before us
Bursting from his skin
Assange a warrior Angel
Banged up in a gaol
Along with vile insurgents
Looking ever pale
Stolen from his family
Threatened night and day
The murdering scum
Under the thum
Of tge government of the day
Soon a day of judgement
What is to become
Of the warrior Angel
Whose family are numb
They have watched a warrior crumble
Broken man no lie
If he is sent to America
Most surely He will die