In the nineteen
years he’s been there, each appeal has failed
But now a judge
from Darwin, thinks that there’s a chance
His latest cry
for freedom, might just be his very last
In January 1989,
in a street in leafy Deakin
A killer he was on
the prowl, through the streets a’creeping
When a senior
police Commissioner, arrived at home at last
He shot him at
near point blank range, one single deadly blast
For six long
years they searched, for a clue to catch the killer
Who had shot and
killed a copper, of society a pillar
In 1995 they had
their day, they led their case with force
But the defendant
had a problem, he just couldn't stay on course
Counsel after
counsel, he sacked each one in a rage
His rants and ravings
taken down, recorded on every page
In the end there
was no doubt, about his fundamental role
And Eastman he
was sentenced, to life without parole
After just one
more inquiry, one last search to find the truth
So many clever legal
minds, so many super sleuths
Just might be a
creeping doubt, Justice Martin seemed to see
I do think he’s
guilty, but we might just have to set him free
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