Schapelle Corby
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Schapelle Corby

Is she innocent?
Or is she not?
All we know
She's crying in her cot.

Her cot is the jail,
M are the flavour,
Someone give her a gun
And do her a favour.

How could she not know,
Four kilos of dope,
However, all she wants to do is,
Leave the country and elope.

Indonesia is full with drugs,
This fact she must have known,
In her hearing she sounded innocent,
But the judges could not condone.

It captivated the country,
For we are all as one,
But think of the weight,
It must have weighed a ton

Indonesia has set a precedent,
And it will never look back.
Drugs are a no-no,
So you must admire their knack.