My opening
speech, I’m not here to preach, my case in plain words I express
I tell them
about what is reasonable doubt, as I explain what the Crown says occurred
I explain what
we’ve got, I tell them the plot, and invite them to see what’s inferred
I appear for
the realm, as I stand at the helm, explaining of what did occur
Of the criminal
act that is said to be fact, when he imposed his ill will upon her
I call witness
one, to whom it was done; she relates her moments of terror
She cries as
she speaks, it’s justice she seeks, she recites it all back without error
I act for the people;
my case it’s a steeple, from a base rising up to a peak
Witnesses called, we are all appalled, as we hear of
his long nasty streak
Her injuries
shown, the jury all groan, as the medical evidence is tendered
Bruises and
scrapes, all covered in tape, first aid it was quickly rendered
The jury goes
out, is there reasonable doubt, will they return with a verdict for him
Or will they
find he’s done wrong, our case it was strong, so the rest of his life will be grim
The foreman he
stands, a note in his hands, a hint from the judge does seek
“How say you” he
asks, "what’s the fruit of your task", and the foreman he begins to speak …
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