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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