Retribution

Set fire to his soul
make sure he’s getting old
the cold mortality
of living with one’s deeds
never speak again
we’ve taken both his lips
leave the eyes alone
we’ll take his ears and nose
he’ll scream before he goes
reality setting in
he’ll never breathe again

No country for old men

What is it that you want?
What battles have you fought?
No justice in your sights
just screaming at the night
you got hush money
but now you want something?
Won’t take him to court
but you’ll speak out for support
not just in cheers and praise
of course you want to get paid
pretending to be the hero
when you gave in to fear though
you lot are just cowards
women for themselves
you fed others to the beast
but now you condemn the crowd
for all the silence money bought
you made your choices
justice you forgot.