DoJ City

It'll be High-Noon soon in DoJ City    
when freedom killers are summoned to town,    
a plaintiff song wails, " O, do have pity...
' don't forsake me...' pay! Save, my Maga Crown. "
  
Retribution's a long time a'coming    
the law grinds slow but exceedingly fine
I want to see this thing who'd be dictating    
jailed, crying. That's the new-years, wish of mine
    
I know that all the above is juvenile    
and the references, kinda, all mixed up,    
but for sure this thing will get a fair trial    
but he's insane, still projects... " Fraud!" "Corrupt! "
  
Defender's of this thing still do the same    
But to most of those sad folk, it's a game...