Poem from within the walls of injustice

There once were some Feds from down-under, Who decide to charge me, why I wonder?

They were looking for Ice, but only found rice, Oh my what a blunder…

Let’s nick them and see said the Feds to the DPP, But we tried that before and the results were poor, so I’m not so sure?

That does not deter us, the Judge will hear us, We will say its worth millions and if cut billions…

But there is no ice, its only rice… Maybe we need to seek some legal advice.!, No let’s plan, plot and scheme so the facts there not seen… There is nothing better than a big smoke screen.

The cupboards may be bare, the case going nowhere, But who will care? If it’s legal or fair?

This prosecution it must not fail, We must make sure they stay in jail, There’s 2 years surveillance of telephones and mail, All of this to no avail…!

We have a copper and an empty container, Surely we can say he’s on a retainer?

I know we’ll translate the papers to Thai… Then we can disguise this entire lie, Again I’m not so sure, so lets plot some more.!

Writen by James Henry Kinch,

Bangkok Prison 2010