In a week where Britain's moral compass spun wildly, we learned that justice is served cold with extra irony—rapists walk free for being 'too thick' while the wrongly imprisoned seethe at their rapist's sentence. Meanwhile, astronauts hid from leaky space tunnels, Everest guides survived on chocolate and optimism, and Nigel Farage continued his grand tradition of only showing up for outrage when it polls well. Rest in peace to Anthony Head, Marjane Satrapi, and the last vestiges of coherent public discourse.
Wrongful conviction case sparks justice outrage
British cultural icons Head and Satrapi die
Farage's selective outrage under scrutiny
Intimate Choral Music
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[Verse 1]
Seventeen years in concrete light
For a crime that wasn't yours to bear
They found the man who did the deed
Gave him twenty-four — declared it fair
Said it balanced out the scales
Though one lost youth, the other gained a name
Now freedom comes with a pension form
And apology that sounds the same
[Chorus]
Oh, justice wears a thoughtful frown
As it looks the other way
It weighs the harm with careful hands
Then lets the guilty walk today
While innocence gets numbered files
And silence where an oath should be
We build our courts on shifting sand
And call it liberty
[Verse 2]
Two boys with fists and stolen consent
Were told their minds were not their own
So no cell awaited their desire
Just talks and walks and second chances known
One judge said 'blame the wiring, not the will'
As if desire lived in a separate part
While victims trace the outline of their pain
In hospital lights and waiting rooms
[Chorus]
Oh, justice wears a thoughtful frown
As it looks the other way
It weighs the harm with careful hands
Then lets the guilty walk today
While innocence gets numbered files
And silence where an oath should be
We build our courts on shifting sand
And call it liberty
[Bridge]
Anthony Head gave voice to gods and kings
Marjane drew the veil and fire
Dawa Sherpa ate chocolate on the death zone
While astronauts hid from a Russian wire
Freedland calls this island a swamp of lies
Hyde notes who gets mourned and who gets missed
Clement walks through funerals on cocaine
Singing 'wrongcoms' where the best mate kissed
The child — and we all laugh because it's true
And that's the joke we cannot resist
[Chorus]
Oh, justice wears a thoughtful frown
As it looks the other way
It weighs the harm with careful hands
Then lets the guilty walk today
While innocence gets numbered files
And silence where an oath should be
We build our courts on shifting sand
And call it liberty
[Outro]
So pass the tanpura, soft and low
Let the glass harmonica sigh
We'll sing a tune for what we've lost
While the competent stand by
And watch the world go quietly wrong
In perfect, peaceful harmony