The Do-Gooders wail and cry
Not for the one who had to die
Caring not for those who bleed
Only for the doer of the deed

When will our society ever learn
To give the victims our concern
Not those who choose to maim and kill
The few for whom crime's a thrill

We must address the wayward child
Before they become far too wild
Yes we should help to rearrange
The lives of those who'll change

But we must accept that some are born
Who only regard others with scorn
Jail is where these few should be
And Oh Yes! Throw away the key