Moon In Courts.............? - Poem by Jayatissa Liyanage
Four men accused for bumping off a man, denied charges against them. Plaintiff’s lawyer, to the amusement of the Judge, revealed that Moon was eye witness to this incident and sought approval to question them.
Lawyer approaching defendants one by one, (Amidst objections of the Plaintiff’s lawyer) “I put it to you that, the moon up there was watching from above, when you hacked him to death (Objected) . Now moon is ready to give evidence”.
D1, D2, D3 & D4 - How can moon see anything? Most of all, moon was behind a thick dark cloud. I deny your point.
Learned Jury after reviewing all evidence and circumstances freely and justly, in an unprejudiced manner, for over two hours in camera, announced their view. “We all in the jury unanimously agree that these four defendants willfully and intentionally conspired and committed this crime”
As used to be for ages in the past
The silvery moon, oozing out her golden gleam
Filling up the celestial cyber space
Poured down her elemental sheen
Over the entire lingering range of
Mountains, woods and prairies alike
Portrayed reservoirs, rivers, brooks and falls
On a canvass of emerald luster, enliven
The floral design filled landscape par grandeur
Awakening poets, artists and musicians
Urging to come up with aesthetic creations
Seldom had it other functions to engage on
For, moon’s posture, gesture and luster
Were merely for reflection and deflection
Nonetheless, it was a different lunar day, for
It was tough yet, must do task, not for fame
But for justice and righteousness on earth!
If Moon has to play an eye witness function
Braking the shell by being so, mystically though
To convict a gang of ruthless murderers
For justice and righteousness
Would you believe that?
Defendants 1,2&3 eventually were sent to gallows. The 4th being a minor, was sentenced to life imprisonment and later was freed to succumb to a cancer.
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