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The Verdict
As they led him handcuffed into court,
He knew he had no chance,
He was going down for murder.
As he walked he a glance
At the jury sitting ready,
Saw someone he used to know,
A friend he hadn't seen for years
Was sat in the front row.
And as he passed this long-lost friend,
His eyes all full of water,
He whispered surreptitiously,
"Manslaughter, John, Manslaughter!"
And then the trial was under way,
The evidence forthcoming,
Witnesses call to the stand
And then the judge up-summing.
The jury left to mull the facts,
Came back and said as one,
"Guilty of manslaughter" -
Best thing they could have done!
He got five years, that wasn't bad,
He served his time with grace
Until the time they let him out,
Once more the world to face.
One day he met his friend once more,
And thanked him from the heart,
He only got manslaughter
Because of his friend's part.
His friend said "It was difficult
To bring them all around
When they'd heard all the evidence
And what the cops had found.
They'd made their minds up on the spot.
If it hadn't been for me -
The would have said not guilty
And they would have set you free."
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