| «Now, this supposed to be
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| The trial of Emmanuel Zechariah Zechipaul
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| Adolfus James, and Lord Grabandflee
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| So listen carefully all you juries»
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| «Your honor, may I introduce myself?»
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| «Yes you may»
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| «My name is Lord Defender
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| May I speak on behalf of my clients?»
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| «Yes you may»
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| «Well, I don’t think it’s fair
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| To sentence these men to five hundred years»
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| «Are you suggesting that I’m unfair?»
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| «No, your honor, but as you see
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| They are from a poor generation
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| Having no education, no qualification
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| So they are driven to desperation
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| Can’t get a job, they have been forced to rob
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| I’m not suggesting that they should
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| But as you know, a hungry man is an angry one
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| So give them a chance, your honor, please
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| Think it over, before you throw them over
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| Please give them a break, to mend their mistake
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| Your honor, as you already know that robbery was from creation
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| For it was robbery that befall the black nation
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| Our ancestors once ruled this world and all its gold
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| But now we are poor, who stole the gold?
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| Your honor, could you answer me that question?
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| If you can’t, then there must be silent teeth
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| As well as and wailing thiefs
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| So please think it over, your honor, before you throw them over
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| Give them a break, to mend their mistake» |