Two very nasty people, they sit there in the dock, while my trial it moves forward, just like an unwound clock
As I work to
elicit evidence, I sit back and I take stock, and ask the judge to summon my next
witness
The first person called,
remembered not a fact, and everything he had said, he now sought to retract
He was just scared
of those people, that’s an uncontested fact, but he said that he was suffering a drug sickness
As we meandered to
day five, the tension is unceasing, and now what can’t be remembered, appears to be
increasing
Legitimate
responses, they still are not releasing, and the jury are just rolling their eyes
I put to him his statement, to see what he might say, but if he would not be forthcoming, I
knew there was a way
To make him tell
the truth, and to my case stop the decay, so we would not have to listen to his
lies
Then one of the nasties, he flew into a rage, and the level of his hate, it was quite hard to gauge
So tomorrow when we
start, he’ll be seated a cage, he’ll be sat behind a screen until the trial is done
A paper cup he
launched, aimed directly at the bench, and from his lips some words, that came with a very nasty stench
But Her Honour she did sit firm, in her role she was entrenched, and her demeanor would never be undone
This is an ugly
trial about robbery and threats, the two men in the dock, they’re gone I’m taking
bets
One man is a
loser, while the other sits and sweats, in fear of what will happen when it's done
The jury are on
board, of that I am quite sure, and they listen so intently, as their minds they soak
up more
And of the two men in the dock, whom I know they do abhor, where they're going it will not be much fun
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