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.