by Nick Gisburne
You killed another man, but won’t say why.
No reason? Really? Murder, just for kicks?
You’re telling me you don’t deserve to die,
But add some fat or flavour to the mix.
I wouldn’t have to bring a body back.
Alive or not, the bounty’s on your head.
You call it, soldier. Bet on red or black,
But give me something good before you’re dead.
I won’t believe a word of it. Who cares?
You’ll never get a trial you can win.
We’re docking soon for critical repairs,
So take your time, before I take you in.
Consider this. I’ll say it nice and slow.
Who else will ever listen? Let me know.
