He said, she said, he was filled with dread,
and knowing they wouldn't believe him,
when she spoke, he was as if dead.
He could have lied, but told truth instead,
but truth would not even relieve him.
He said, she said, he was filled with dread,
and thought of his home's empty bed,
for his wife so surely would leave him
when she'd speak. He'd be as if dead.
But the truth won out instead,
in a way, for his wife did believe him.
He said, she said, he was filled with dread,
but relief did win out in his head,
though the court did deceive him.
When she spoke, he was as if dead.
"Justice is Blind," the court's sign read.
From the start its dirty looks did pierce him,
He said, she said, he was filled with dread,
when she spoke, he was as if dead.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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