The Judge-The Lawyer- And The Defendant Poem by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR

“Please Proceed” snapped the judge, peering through the glass;
The witness pointed at the defendant,
Pausing in the stand,
The accused stood, with no demand.

Robed in premium suit, his shoes like silver shone;
He didn’t care a hoot, his face as smooth as stone.
“You are under Oath.” The Lawyer resounded,
“Can you tell the Jury, how you executed
And darted from the crime scene,
Your face in Halloween? ”

“What was your state of mind? ”
Well - working like a clock!
Where you stoned? Intoxicated?
No my Lord, Never violated.
How are you employed? How much schooling?
“I cleanse The Lord’s idols! I dream for a living”.

“Would you like to say anything on your behalf, for your sin? ”
“Yes my lord; in your books, this is major felony.
Beseech you to pass the death penalty!
But this garb was a present from your lawyer, for a day.
In the courtroom “yes’ is all I’d to say.
I’m blind as a bat and poor as a church mouse.
I’m playing the Blind Man’s Bluff today.

Award me the gallows! Heaven's a reward.
I’m just a forlorn blind! Not out of my mind!
So my question to you my Lord -
Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?