• Who made you honourable Mr. Judge?
    Who made your opinion better than mine?
    You say he deserved to die, Mr. Judge
    That he’s mentally sick and malign

    He killed a man himself, you say
    He has to pay the bill
    But if we sentence a murdere to death to day
    Do we show the world that it’s wrong to kill?

    Who made you reasonable, Mr. Judge?
    And how much blood is on your hands?
    Do you decide what’s humane, Mr. Judge?
    Or do you just do what someone commands?

    We don’t own and didn’t invent life
    We’ve just been given it as a gift
    Yet we stab eachothers back with a knife
    And give eachother short shrift

    So if I killed a man, Mr. Judge
    Would you choose to punish me with death?
    Would you take away my gift, Mr. Judge
    Would you personally steal my breath?

    And when the preacher then comes to get me
    And when they shave off all my hair
    Could you please take that long walk with me
    Knowing my death is waiting there

    Could you pull that switch yourself Mr. Judge
    With a sure and steady hand?
    Could you still tell youself, Mr. Judge
    That you’re better than I am?