Trial By Jury
He took the stand in his own sad defence,
accused of dark crime so abhorrent;
To so treat another, some sweet virgin or mother,
was to beg someone sign a death warrant.
She weepingly put her hand on the Bible,
thereby liable for her own verity.
"I fought, I resisted, he mocked and insisted,
I got what'd been coming to me."
When his turn to make his defence at last came
all eyes turned on him cold and stern,
His face all the while, was suffused with a smile
and just why they were anxious to learn.
“Did you do it, or not, tell the truth on the spot,
only your silence could more irritate us.”
“Though she claims she was raped, she got naked,
I gaped, then just took the offered hiatus.”
Thus the jury sat list’ning, with eyes faintly glist’ning,
to a tale now growing absurd;
In the "she said, then he said," his future and freedom
lay in how they’d interpret one word.
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