By law

Killers must go free from court
As judges need to buy their own islands
There, they can't hear the victims' mothers' screams
On their private boat
They can hug their own kids
And enjoy the sunshine
They can celebrate their victories
Made by a mixture of lies and power
"All done" they will say and
That foreigner mum
Must be lucky to be
Part of a kingdom where she
Is allowed
To visit and cry for her beloved one
Left alone in that dark hole
But she must remember to keep quiet
When she faces her child's killer
Who is boasting about the shooting
By law, she can't approach him