The labourers son
Goes straight to prison
The magistrate stern and proud
The freemasons son
Is given a fine
Injustice cries out loud.
The government speaks
Of a classless society
And a justice that is blind
But its scales are lopsided
Through its blindfold
It spies.
Position and money talks
As it glares scornfully down
Upon those below
With snobbery it frowns.