Poetic-Verses
'' They Won't Want To Go Back ''
We live our lives as best we can,
While endeavouring to live a good life,
But it seems to be the more evil you are,
The less likely you are to feel strife.
Soft justice favours the criminals,
While the victims are the ones left to rot,
To turn the tide the other way,
A hard lesson needs to be taught.
Take the murderers they don't give a damn,
Jail for them doesn't hold any fears,
Three square a day free drugs and no rent,
Then back out in just a few years.
The rapists and thief's who couldn't care less,
They'll do it day in and day out,
They show no remorse for their victims,
Their actions are those of a lout.
If they mug an old man or a women,
Which results in their violent demise,
They will not be charged with their murder,
For their lawyers make out it's all lies.
We are now running scared of the criminals,
The do gooders have them in their sights,
There's money galore to be made from the thugs,
To hell with our human rights.
Society now favours the criminal,
They're much better off than us,
When we ask why there's no retribution,
We're told, please stop making a fuss.
They now live in five star prisons,
We want more is what their lawyers shout,
The more we give them the more they demand,
No wonder they don't want to come out.
Soon they'll be appealing their sentences,
Telling us we need to be tough,
They're enjoying prison life so much,
Their sentences are not long enough.
Solicitors are falling over themselves,
Criminals aren't bad they'd have you believe,
While they're raking in the legal aid,
They'll continue to try to deceive.
These poor souls need everyone's sympathy,
For their crimes they are never to blame,
This attitude is why they don't give a damn,
Then go out and do more of the same.
They tell you they had a bad childhood,
They were given a really hard time,
The hardships they've had to endure in their life
Is why they are drawn into crime.
They wouldn't know a hard time if it hit them,
But they're brainwashed that's what to believe,
They've wanted for nothing all of their lives,
Yet the victims are the ones left to grieve.
There are people who've fought in bloody wars,
those who have worked all of their days,
They've had rationing and living with nothing,
They were never part of the criminal craze.
It's now time to get tough with these bastards,
Soft soaping them is one major gaffe,
If they knew they'd be properly punished,
They wouldn't be so quick to laugh.
They need to know that when they're caught,
Their punishment will be severe,
No remission or luxurious cells,
That must be made crystal clear.
They must pay for all their legal fees,
That will stop their endless appeals,
No drugs or mobiles, no satellite T.V.
An end to their luxury meals.
One hundred years for murder,
No mercy or any parole,
They'll endure hard labour until they are dead,
There'll be no repose of their soul.
Raping, burglary and knife crime,
Should be treated exactly the same way,
If you're willing to commit the offence,
Then a heavy price you will pay.
Paedophiles are truly a breed apart,
For them no mercy should be shown,
Incarcerated until they are dead,
Punished for the seeds they have sown.
When they learn we mean what we're saying,
They'll beg us to cut them some slack,
When our prisons become a deterrent,
you can bet,
' They Won't Want To Go Back '
While endeavouring to live a good life,
But it seems to be the more evil you are,
The less likely you are to feel strife.
Soft justice favours the criminals,
While the victims are the ones left to rot,
To turn the tide the other way,
A hard lesson needs to be taught.
Take the murderers they don't give a damn,
Jail for them doesn't hold any fears,
Three square a day free drugs and no rent,
Then back out in just a few years.
The rapists and thief's who couldn't care less,
They'll do it day in and day out,
They show no remorse for their victims,
Their actions are those of a lout.
If they mug an old man or a women,
Which results in their violent demise,
They will not be charged with their murder,
For their lawyers make out it's all lies.
We are now running scared of the criminals,
The do gooders have them in their sights,
There's money galore to be made from the thugs,
To hell with our human rights.
Society now favours the criminal,
They're much better off than us,
When we ask why there's no retribution,
We're told, please stop making a fuss.
They now live in five star prisons,
We want more is what their lawyers shout,
The more we give them the more they demand,
No wonder they don't want to come out.
Soon they'll be appealing their sentences,
Telling us we need to be tough,
They're enjoying prison life so much,
Their sentences are not long enough.
Solicitors are falling over themselves,
Criminals aren't bad they'd have you believe,
While they're raking in the legal aid,
They'll continue to try to deceive.
These poor souls need everyone's sympathy,
For their crimes they are never to blame,
This attitude is why they don't give a damn,
Then go out and do more of the same.
They tell you they had a bad childhood,
They were given a really hard time,
The hardships they've had to endure in their life
Is why they are drawn into crime.
They wouldn't know a hard time if it hit them,
But they're brainwashed that's what to believe,
They've wanted for nothing all of their lives,
Yet the victims are the ones left to grieve.
There are people who've fought in bloody wars,
those who have worked all of their days,
They've had rationing and living with nothing,
They were never part of the criminal craze.
It's now time to get tough with these bastards,
Soft soaping them is one major gaffe,
If they knew they'd be properly punished,
They wouldn't be so quick to laugh.
They need to know that when they're caught,
Their punishment will be severe,
No remission or luxurious cells,
That must be made crystal clear.
They must pay for all their legal fees,
That will stop their endless appeals,
No drugs or mobiles, no satellite T.V.
An end to their luxury meals.
One hundred years for murder,
No mercy or any parole,
They'll endure hard labour until they are dead,
There'll be no repose of their soul.
Raping, burglary and knife crime,
Should be treated exactly the same way,
If you're willing to commit the offence,
Then a heavy price you will pay.
Paedophiles are truly a breed apart,
For them no mercy should be shown,
Incarcerated until they are dead,
Punished for the seeds they have sown.
When they learn we mean what we're saying,
They'll beg us to cut them some slack,
When our prisons become a deterrent,
you can bet,
' They Won't Want To Go Back '
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