When justice died that day
I cried for oh so long
I looked for liberty and freedom
And sang a sad sad song


Justice had been ill
for all of my life
Oppression and bigotry
Her struggle and her strife


She stood upon a hilltop
Saying she was there for all
Just as soon as I reached her
Lady Justice took a fall


Her wrist were shackled
There was blood on her sleeve
The last thing she said was,
‘Get off me, I can’t breathe!"


There would be no trial
No jury to be sat
For the ones who killed Justice
Were policemen on attack



When Justice died that day
I cried for oh so long
I buried her with Liberty and Freedom
And sang our sad sad song.