BODY OF EVIDENCE
the jury is out
cannot
reach a verdict
in the streets, in their
backyards for
those with
ears to hear a
body of evidence
strewn everywhere
bodies of evidence
high as
a hillock, still
piling up
vast
as a mountain up
there in its
death
zone where
no human
might breathe
the jury is out
out on a limb
severed limb
of humanity
there
is no justice, will never
be justice
we are all under judgement
all in balance
judges hanging
from every lamppost and tree
DUE PROCESS
give the Devil
his due
saw him hauled into
court for
every human rights
violation in
the book
mainly because
he wrote the book
(proudly proclaiming
we are
still
only half through it)
been up to his crimes
against us
since the beginning
of time
which i am here
to spin as
errors of omission, simple
misdemeanors
with this battery of lawyers
up against us
how on Earth could
guilt be proved
beyond
reasonable, terrible,
existential doubt
and with jury
of peers from
the ranks and files of
humanity
carefully conscripted
and that Jagger-
Richards song fatally ringing
in all
our ears
a convinction on
even the slightest and
most trivial and
totally indefensible
political offence
amongst all
of which he
stands accused of
commiting since
the dawn
of time itself
impoosible to get
the court
sure
to reject
upon which, as I open
my case for the defence,
would
bet my life and
immortal soul itself
so give the Devil his due
his day
in court and
trust the process
LAST LAUGH I BELIEVE libraries of law rendered irrelevant thanks to an insult of a defence premised on the untenable presented as if it were an ad campaign and all we have now is shark in the tank and biggest gets to eat everything great white nosing its way in speed huge as a submarine think it’s just going to laugh if I proclaim myself to have court protection, have injunction, cease fire, have restraining order catch all those rows of serrated teeth last laugh is his I believe
In lands afar, where shadows cast their veil,
South Africa strides, justice to unveil.
With heart resolute, they march to the fray,
Taking Israel to court, to have their say.
As rugby kings, and champions of right,
They face the champions of woeful blight.
Oh, how the irony sings in the air,
How shall Israel maneuver, now, to bear?
With twisted tongues, they’ll surely plead their case,
Beguiling words, their deeds they shall embrace.
Yet, in this court, a reckoning awaits,
Where justice’s scales shall decide their fates.
For Gaza’s plight, the world’s tears they’ve shed,
In this epic clash, hope shall rise, not dread.
From Shakespeare’s quill, new scenes shall now unfurl,
As justice fights against a twisted world.
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