Trials like Third Reich was making
They had their victims quaking
Many goon Krauts, thuggish guys
Arms to skies

There’d be trials with the victims harrowed
Survival chances narrowed
After sham tribunals they’re through with you

If you’re lucky, a camp “guest”
Run by the SS camp pests
Keep you in fear, “Arbeit Macht Frei” you’d hear

All the time they would be applying
Beatings while you were lying
On the ground, they would laugh and smile
Gestapo-style

In our time, for vengeance Trunt’s crying
For dictator he’s vying
With luck, prison after your trial…
Or, the Green Mile