Tuesday 5 August 2014

August 5: The judge is summing up ...


The judge she is summing, it’s been going now for days
The jury are dreaming, I think they're in a haze
How long will it take for her to give all her directions
There will be so little left, for the jury’s reflection

Only three Crown witnesses jumped in the box
The accused they stayed silent, still playing the fox
The each gave a version, when they spoke to police
Hoping their lies might secure their release

"I don’t go to parties in that part of the city
If you lock me up I will be pretty shitty
I was not at the scene, I did not hit that bloke
Lies, it was lies, that the Crown’s witness spoke"

But they were there at the party, sucking on beers
A group of big blokes, whom most people feared
Don’t mess with us was the message they sent
Or we’ll give you a flogging, and we will not repent

But the coppers they got them, arrested and charged
And then took them to court, where their crimes were enlarged
They beat up a guard, alone and unarmed
Left him for dead, his friend was alarmed

Two witnesses saw them, they knew who they were
But one witness he flipped, his evidence demurred
Clearly so frightened of what might happen to him
If the accused were locked up, his future was grim

The jury have listened, intent and with care
They must know what happened, although they’re not there
I hope they have determined, what happened that night
And that their verdict, at law will be right

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