the grass is blue

The grass is blue

When the crimes make the grade

You think you can escape

But the crimes will trip you over

You can hide initially

When the exposure is not known

Once it hits the news and internet

There is no face to hide but shame

You can put up a straight face

The close relatives and children will race

Finding places to hide and stay away

Afraid to get reminded of your crimes

You can say you have a trial

The court has to hear the finding of guilt

Once the narration is painted on the canvas

You will find it hard to argue or escape with lies

The grass is blue

When the crimes make the grade

You can say you have a trial

You will find it hard to argue or escape with lies