The Solicitor

The son of a high court judge his family never poor
And he in his late twenties is financially secure
A young man with a bright future he has a law degree
And he's already near the top of the high social tree.

He is paid huge sums of money and money gives one power
And for his services he commands three hundred bucks an hour
He gets more than two thousand dollars for an eight hour working day
It seems a lot of money for anyone to pay.

Even if the Government take a third in tax he is still doing quite okay
And he doesn't have to struggle like many do just to live from day to day
He gets paid more for one hour than many for a week do
In a World where many of hunger die he's one of the privileged few.

The worker dismissed by his ex boss has not been fully paid
And to come by wages due to him he applies for legal aid
But if he is refused legal aid and without legal support
He ought to cut his losses and forget about the court.

A solicitor he cannot afford to pay for to fight for him his case
And if he is refused legal aid the truth he has to face
That without legal assistance he may as well not sue
And his ex boss can keep the wages that to him are overdue.

He does not have to sweat and toil under an overseer
And he earns more for three weeks work than most do in a year
He works for corporations and they pay him willingly
And if I do seem jealous of him he won't be worrying about me.