Please remember, remember well,
This thing you are going to sell,
You'll probably get ten grand, maybe more.
You'll probably blow it on booze and whores.
Remember, when you delete his pictures,
Those smiling faces are now empty fixtures.
Drowning in tears for what they lost.
Trying to move on because they must.
Remember, when you delete his files,
He was a young man travelling for miles,
On his way to work, to make a living,
In a country that always took, never giving.
Remember, before you make your excuse,
He was a young boy just like you.
Yet he was doing a nine to five,
Not killing and stealing with a gun or knife.
You could have shot him on the leg
Instead, you aimed it at his head
And what did you take, what was your prize?
For a laptop, you took a life.
And while you go home and you rest
His broken old man beats his chest
Shouting incoherence to the above
That God, I promise, will take note of.
Please remember, armed robber man.
When you stand where we all must stand
And the heads of Cerberus greet you with snarls
Just so you know, his name was Charles.
