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The Trial - Poem by jack peachum

The day the apple and the pear become judges.
Perhaps they'll wear the white wig of a British court.

And maybe they'll sway behind a high judicial bench side to side-
like tall pines in a gusting wind.

The oaks, being big and strong might act as bailiffs, wise old elms sit in a jury box to find a verdict, the cottonwoods pursue the prosecution. Cherry mount a spirited defense.

Brought in before them- puny Man.

The cypress calls the session into order. 'You're charged with greed- crimes against Mother Earth! How d'you plead?

A frog, summoned as first witness, croaks before he can finish.

Squirrels stare in at the window, a rabbit or two.

The wily fox perjures himself- again.

The defendant, being small and guilty, quails before the court, cries aloud- pleads non compus mentus, begs for mercy, and fingers the coins he's hidden in his pocket.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about The Trial by jack peachum

  • Jack Peachum Jack Peachum (3/6/2016 4:13:00 PM)

    Adeline: (This is a fable poem- one in which animals & even fruits talk according to their own qualities. They share human failings. Nature is a unit (the trial judge) before which a human must face trial for his tribulations: he is a greedy s.o.b. who pleads his case by pretending to be non-comprehending- even while he fingers the coins in his pocket and mentally counts his profits for raping the earth.
    All this is intended as a serious message but written tongue-in-cheek.- (Report) Reply

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  • Adeline Foster Adeline Foster (3/6/2016 2:22:00 PM)

    I don't get it.
    Adeline (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2014



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