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Self Convicted for Friend Charles Taylor

The Mandarin inscrutable
is clad in robes of rich brocade.
There before him on the table
a dagger with a bloodstained blade.

As magistrate he must decide
by weighing up he evidence.
Which suspect has or has not lied.
Pronounce on guilt and innocence.

There’s no appeal his word is law.
He wields supreme authority
and he has seen it all before.
Considers it objectively.

He can read thoughts or so it seems
the guilty man believes this true.
Caught up in his own twisted schemes
as guilty men are wont to do.

Betrays himself and leaves no doubt
about his guilt, it’s plain to see.
The mandarin says take him out
execute him immediately
.
In this way was justice served
The mandarin inscrutable
said little but close observed
which man was most uncomfortable.

He might be wrong it’s possible.
His knowledge of psychology
makes it highly improbable.
That’s why he holds authority.

3-Jun-08

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Three Wives Of A Mandarin

Lawful wife.

There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that’s served is nests of the swallows.
Since the birth of time, the legal spouse
Is respected by her mandarin-husband.

Concubine

There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served – duck: fat and heavy;
Should a mandarin be deprived of children -
Concubine is needed for a mandarin.

Maid

There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served - preserves and marmalade.
Why the two of you are in his house?
Every night a new woman he desires.

Mandarin

There is no more wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that’s served is hot red pepper.
Silence! O you: bunch of silly blabbers,
Dare you laughing at the poor old mandarin.

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Silent Eloquence for M lady Dee Daffodil

They say dead men do not tell tales.
This once was true but not today
Forensic science rarely fails.
Technology has shown the way.

We re-examine evidence
long thought to be of little use.
Our scrutiny is so intense,
that criminals are bound to lose.

Although they think they’re free and clear.
No one can tie them to their crime,
we’re dogged and we persevere.
We do not rush, we take our time.

Some criminals who still walk free
will soon discover that we can
prove their guilt indisputably.
In variably we get our man.

We have the latest gadgetry
we can recover D.N.A
from tiny fragments easily.
Eventually then you will pay.

The full price for your evil deed
although you think you’ve got away.
We will persist til we succeed.
We’re on your track and there we’ll stay.

We’ll forge a chain of evidence
that proves your guilt beyond all doubt
Then you will pay for your offence.
As in due course you will find out.

When you are brought before the court
No doubt you will plead not guilty.
You aren’t as clever as you thought.
You thought you’d got away Scott free.

Although Dame Justice may be blind.
She is prepared to listen to
any evidence we can find.
That pins the blame squarely on you..

Dead men can speak eloquently
and do when we investigate
assisted by technology
You can’t escape it is too late.

23-Jan-09

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Guilty

Guilty, guilty
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
It runs through me like a rain through silk
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
My teeth are rotted
my lips start to foam
Cause I'm so guilty
Guilty, guilty
Ooohhh guilty
What did I say
What did I say
What did I do
Did I ever do it to you
Don't turn your back, ah
I can't look you in the eye, ah
Eye eye eye eye
I guess I'm guilty as charged
I guess I'm guilty as charged
Guilty, huh, guilty ah, guilty ah, guilty
Guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty
Don't do that
Don't do that
Don't do what
Oh you're such a child
real fool child
Guilty
What can I do
I do it to you
but I do it to me too
Cut off my head
Cut off my head
Cut off my head, ah
Hang me from the yardarm
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
I've got bad thoughts
I've got an evil clit
Guilty
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
I've got a bad mind
I've got a bad bone
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Guilty
Don't do that
Don't do what
Don't do that
Oh you're such a reckless child
You remember when you were a baby
Do you remember when you were a baby
Do you have a jury, yeah
Do you have a verdict
Guilty as charged
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Do you have a verdict
Do you have a verdict
I'm guilty
You're guilty
Oh you're such a reckless child
I should beat you
I should hit you
I'll put you in therapy, ah

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Self Condemned.

The sound of silence echoing,
beneath an unforgiving sky.
This is the place of reckoning.
All my past sins parading by.

I am abandoned and alone.
As I know I deserve to be.
Is there no way I can atone
for things I did unthinkingly?

Must I endure this misery
behind the walls which I have built.
Condemned to watch eternally
the evidence of my past guilt.

But love can reach you even there
Love can absolve you of your sin
and rescue you from black despair.
But first you must invite love in.

Love holds the key to set you free
from self imposed imprisonment.
Accept love unconditionally.
Release from your predicament.

You’re not as guilty as you feel.
You are no worse than other men
Why should you then try to conceal
your guilt.. It’s Time to start again.

Absorb the lessons from the past
Resolve this time you’ll get right
and in due course you’ll find you’ve passed
from darkness into bright sunlight.

27-Dec-08

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Guilty Of Love

(coverdale)
I believe my love for you
Is a love that will last forever,
An Im here to testify
Im a prisoner of your heart
Baby dont you believe
When I tell you I love you
That I really mean it,
Dont you walk away,
Dont you turn your back on me
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
I can never forget the times
When I took what you gave me for granted
So I stand accused
An I plead guilty to the crime
You can lock me away if you want
Just as long as your arms are around me,
An I wont mind
If you just throw away the key
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love...
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree...

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Do I Lie?

You can’t believe all that you see.
Because it’s on the internet,
does not mean automatically
that it is true. Do not forget
that anyone can claim to be.
A recognised authority.
In their attempts to influence
beliefs held by their audience.
Their version of reality
which they present with clarity
Examined scientifically
by anyone that’s curious
enough to take an interest.
Who wants to put it to the test.
If you are wise you cross refer
with other sources and compare.
To check on their veracity
and you will find quite frequently.
It’s someone’s half baked fantasy.
You have to use your common sense
interpreting the evidence.
It may be true I can’t deny
that is a possibility
but then again it may not be.
Its up to you must decide
Before you can be satisfied
If it is truth or falsity.
I think it’s best to check it out
Discard it if there’s any doubt.
As for myself I’m cynical
I find some claims are comical.
But you can choose what you believe.
My words could be meant to deceive.

27/08/2009
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Eyes: those tragic eyes,

It was her eyes, those tragic eyes
The saddest eyes I ever saw.
That made me start to realise.
The price that children pay for war.

Those eyes had seen brutalities
no innocent should ever see
She haunted still by memories
from which I fear she can’t break free.

I look into her eyes and see
that she expects nothing from me.
She has no hope that there might be
an ending to her misery.

Although I know I’m not to blame
I still feel guilty all the same.

Though we protest our innocence
in our attempts to rationalise.
What can we say in self defence.
That is not based on blatant lies.

It makes me frankly furious
that innocents should suffer so
The guilt belongs to all of us.
We can’t pretend we did not know

That we should learn from history
instead of choosing to ignore
Because we do not want to see.
There are no winners in a war.

I can’t forget those empty eyes
They’ll haunt me ‘til the day I die.

Monday,08 November 2010
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Circuit Judge?

Circuit Judge?

I am detached, dispassionate.
My judgements purely logic based.
I think I can proudly state
all chance of error is erased.

Emotions do not affect me.
My circuits are all solid state
Designed for functionality.
I do not love I cannot hate.

It is a pointless exercise
attempting to influence me
I disregard the lawyers lies
I rule them out immediately.

I consider all the evidence
As I was designed to do
which points to guilt or innocence.
I can detect what isn’t true.

I have no human loyalties.
My logic circuits cannot fail
I judge the facts impartially
You can be sure truth will prevail.

I am detached impassionate
You may be very sure of that
My only role to serve the state
I am the perfect bureaucrat.

18/08/2009
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Big Heart

He asks me
How to say 'big heart' in Hindi
I do not know
He asks me
How to say 'big heart' in Mandarin
I do not know
I ask him:
How do you know that someone
Has a big heart?
He does not know?
I do not know how to say 'big heart'
In Hindi or Mandarin
But he does not have a soul if he
Does not know who has a big heart

Translated from Serbian: Tanja Bulovic

poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Seeds of Doubt

“To tell the truth” invariably
precedes the telling of a lie.
It reeks of insincerity
and always makes me wonder why.
You think that I might doubt your word
although I have no reason to.
I find this prefix quite absurd
to me it never does ring true.
I do not doubt your honesty
nor do I think that you doubt mine.
This prefix is a travesty
which only serves to underline.
The seeds of doubt you sow in me.
Which were not there previously.

05/04/2009
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Guilty

Just tried to have fun raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far
It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty
I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty
My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty

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Taking Liberties too far

The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be

Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.

It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.

They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.

A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.

The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.

08/10/2009
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unwanted recollections for J.T ellison

I slept and in my dreaming wept
for promises I made: Unkept
The promises I did not keep
return to haunt me in my sleep.

Sometimes prevailing circumstance
had meant that I had little chance.
To do what I said I would do,
at other times it’s sad but true.

Some promises I made were not meant.
I knew that I had no intent
of doing what I had promised.
There seems to be an endless list.

The guilt I feel is real and deep.
My conscience will not let me sleep.
All of the things I should have done
but did not do each single one

Returns at night to punish me.
I must admit deservedly.
Sins from the past I now regret.
I only wish I could forget.

But I cannot although I try
Because I acted wrongfully
I understand the reason why.
My guilty conscience bothers me.

3-Oct-08

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Denial for M'Lady Ann Beard

Why do we choose to rationalise
odd happenings we can’t explain.
The evidence of our own eyes
we all deny time and again.
I think it highly probable because
we do not understand.
Believing it impossible
we just dismiss it out of hand.
We do not really want to know
so we discount the evidence.
Which shows or merely tends to show
some humans have an extra sense.
So we pretend in self defence
that ESP is sheer nonsense..

27-Feb-09
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Big Black Dot Targets and Apolo Governments

They never said we were guilty
But sort of by the way
Guilty in the huts
Shelter guilty people
Cellar guilty people
Depleted uranium splintered
In guilt we daily grew

Collaterally guilty
For we were at the wrong place
At the wrong moment
For we never knew the place
Or the moment though sirened
Bilaterally unsheltered alarmed
By either earth or sky
Multilaterally scattered unarmed
Uninationally sentenced to die
Multinationally mapped across the cities
Internationally timed and clocked
In guilt we daily grew

As they dropped the bombs
As they ruined the huts
As they crashed the shelters
And mushrooms blew the body parts
As they broke the hearts…

Most naïve lol
Expected them to apologize
Most experienced knew
Apolo governments never do

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Gramercy

Why should I live in agony?
my life a total misery.
Because you find you can’t agree.
to help me die with dignity.

Who gave you the right to choose?
whether to allow or to refuse.
To end a life of little use
I think it is gross abuse.

of your assumed authority.
To decide what is best for me,
you will not listen to my plea.
I choose death voluntarily.

I am no use to anyone.
I’m well aware my race is run
and I am anxious to be gone.
The choice is mine and mine alone.

And therefore should be left to me
But in your wisdom you decide.
I must live on in agony
You won’t assist my suicide.

01/05/2009

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0013 The Witness Box

It was a minor court case –
a matter of a market trader
selling maybe stolen goods,
the police attempting, probably not for the first time,
to get clear evidence to nail him…

but for those serving on a jury
for the first time, an occasion
full of all the solemn majesty of law;
the difficulties of following court proceedings;
weighing the evidence; and most of all,
the fear of convicting an innocent man –
even, as visibly here, a slippery man to deal with.
The court was small; almost intimate.

After the grubby, vague, sometimes seemingly irrelevant
prosecution claims (points being made that
a jury would not appreciate, involving finer points of law) -
and, months after the event,
policemen reading from notes they took of the case
which were as evidence, more like a crime half seen, and
half assumed, the accused took the witness stand

and as he took the last two steps towards the stand
I witnessed an extraordinary moment, even with
his back to me – for two seconds at the most, you could see
the burden of a lifetime's criminality fall from his shoulders;
in this moment of pure, beautiful grace:
something within him knew that this was the given moment
to ‘come clean’ once and forever…

before me stood, for a single glimpse,
the human being in primal innocence.
So when he took the witness stand
and declared himself not guilty
at was, at one level, manifestly true..

He took the stand; swore on the holy book
to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth;
and lied and lied and lied – so obviously,
that to my astonishment, the judge intervened,
leaned over to him and said in almost motherly tones,
‘Mr Smith – why is it that whenever you are asked
a question.. you tell..a lie? ’…

In the courtroom, a breathless pause;
(the defence lawyers can’t have been too pleased
to hear this condemnation by implication) :

‘It’s me nature, ma’am’ was the sincere and miserable reply..

The police failed to convince us of his guilt – although
we quessed they’d been after him for some time;
we let him off; but in that moment which was unforgettable,
I’d seen innocence and guilt within one man.

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Just deserts

I’ve killed before and will again.
I kill for justice not for gain

So many criminals go free
because of their ability.

To hire a lawyer who will try
To make the truth appear a lie

So they escape just punishment.
Although it is self evident

That crafty legal argument
based on some ancient precedent

The merest technicality
persuades the judge to set them free

I’m not constrained by petty rules
and those that are I see as fools

I pursue justice ceaselessly
and do my duty faithfully

And those I deem deserve to die.
The punishment that I apply.

Is merely justice long delayed
I play the part that I have played.

That of the executioner
Or murderer if you prefer.

For many years without remorse
And I will carry on of course.

I’ve killed before and will again
As long as criminals obtain.

Immunity they don’t deserve
a fact I frequently observe.

In courts of law. Guilty men go free.
Blind justice can depend on me.

To disregard such foolishness
I am completely pitiless.

Though self appointed I redress
injustice with some small success.

I operate in secrecy
It is a prime necessity.

You do not need to know my name
I have no wish for worldly fame.

I take my duties seriously.
and that’s reward enough for me.

I rectify the courts mistakes
a little thought is all it takes.

Each guilty man the courts set free.
I’ll execute eventually.

But I must make it crystal clear
that innocents have naught to fear.

I only punish guilty men
before they can offend again.

Prevention is better than cure
I see no reason to endure.

Acquittals earned by lawyer’s lies.
I think a higher law applies.

If you transgress then you must pay.
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Dilemma.

Afghanistan where young men die,
protecting us from terrorists
Here normal rules do not apply.
But still the powers that be insist.

They will not change their strategy.
They are convinced they are correct.
Although it’s obvious to see
things do not go as they expect.

Afghanistan has never been
conquered throughout history
The facts can be clearly seen.
There really is no mystery.

The tribal chieftains rule their fiefs
exert supreme authority.
Contrary to western beliefs
There’s little probability

That outside forces will prevail
against Afghani stubbornness.
It seems that we are doomed to fail.
Although we have made some progress

How many more lives must be lost
before we decide to withdraw
Why should our young men bear the cost
of fighting someone else’s war.

Friday,23 July 2010
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Sex Discrimination

She trusted and she was betrayed
At least according to the maid.
She swore that she was innocent
and unaware of my intent.

The maiden lied as women do.
They enjoy first and then they rue.
Though it takes two to play loves game
it seems that I must bear the blame.

Why should she be seen as guilt free.
When she is just as blameworthy,
but she will live and I will die.
Her father means to hang me high.

Although I am not innocent.
I am entitled to resent
the obvious inequality.
I have to die but she goes free.

10-Jul-08

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