the guilty

Sitting and waiting 
Waiting and sitting 
As the cogs of oppressive government 
In all its convoluted disharmony groan on

You turnout your pockets of your branded phone
And loose imperial change 

Stand fore a faceless careless criminal that answers
Only to itsself
No freedom here to express your views 
No movement or choices you freely make

Young men sit with mothers in a court of madness

Well this is civilazation 

After all

Regardless of innocents

Whilst the guilty hold office