Justice is Dead
Toll the bells for Justice. . . .
Justice is dead!
Cowards hold the scepter
Over her head;
Hatred holds the balance,
Vengeance is the cry:
“Kill them without mercy;
Let the bastards die!”
Toll the bells: the judgment's
Cruelty stands;
Pilate, blind and groping,
Washes his hands.
Prejudice has triumphed,
Triumphed in its lust;
Hope is bruised and bleeding,
Trampled in the dust.
Ring the bells for Freedom!
Truth is not dead:
Love still weaves its garland
Over her head.
Legal crucifixion
Done by little men
Cannot vanquish Justice—
It shall rise again!
Justice is dead!
Cowards hold the scepter
Over her head;
Hatred holds the balance,
Vengeance is the cry:
“Kill them without mercy;
Let the bastards die!”
Toll the bells: the judgment's
Cruelty stands;
Pilate, blind and groping,
Washes his hands.
Prejudice has triumphed,
Triumphed in its lust;
Hope is bruised and bleeding,
Trampled in the dust.
Ring the bells for Freedom!
Truth is not dead:
Love still weaves its garland
Over her head.
Legal crucifixion
Done by little men
Cannot vanquish Justice—
It shall rise again!
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