Queen Of Tarts Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

prosecutor says
we're gonna get you next time
the judge smiles with glee

like vultures all dressed in black
masonic jews do attack

better watch your back
the international bar
judicial gangster

can we pin something on him
or set him up for a sting

I watch the accused
as they all shake in their shoes
and tremble in fear

begging for mercy they cry
before demons with no spine

how evil the crown
it's ignorance does astound
on corruption found