Tomorrow we begin
again, the accused is in the box
Lies fall from
lips as he plays the sly young fox
Blame is placed
on someone else, the man still on the run
Who’s exercised
his silence, if you’ll excuse the pun
“He had a bloody
great machete; he was going to slice me through
Then I stabbed
him because he hit me, what else could I do
The machete it
remained untouched, safe within the car
So I stabbed him
more than twenty times, I guess he has a scar”
His story has
some problems, he’s not thought about his script
He says he
stabbed him in the leg but his jeans they were not ripped
And instead of
making haste he hung around to stab some more
The machete
safely in the car, behind the driver’s door
Self defence it
is an issue, he’s raised it good and proper
But he could not
straight in bed; every second answer is a whopper
He could have
run, he could have fled, but he stayed to wield the knife
His story
uncorroborated, now he is in strife
A verdict early
Wednesday, that is my prediction
It shouldn't take
them very long, to respond with a conviction
Twenty five long
years in jail is the maximum to be imposed
And then we can
tick the box, another robbery matter closed
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