I’ve
been working my butt off, and it is such a relief
For
the next three days, there’s no evidence in chief
No
courtroom theatrics, no witness’s lies
No
Judge to stop me speaking, with her piercing sweet blue eyes
My one-week
trial it has ballooned, right over to next week
It messes
with my diary, and now my outlook it looks so bleak
Another
trial is listed, and looms so near for me
And
five days preparation will be confined to three
Identical
twins, similar sins, into their sixties by now
They
did things in the seventies that the law does not allow
Targeting
the young, the vulnerable, the weak
For
cigarettes and alcohol, foul favours they did seek
It’s
such a saddening story, that will be told to all in court
I close
my mind to the damage, young boys they did extort
Just
street kids with no street sense, such degraded exploitation
That
these men they were inflicting, way beyond my contemplation
Two
trials I have, back-to-back, one brother then the other
Six-week
trials, devoid of smiles, their victims they did smother
They
will go down, after so many years, for these heinous crimes
And
when they do, I’ll let you know, in another of these rhymes …
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