Was nine o'clock on Monday morn,
...When victim took the stand,
"Do you swear to tell the truth?"
...As raised her trembling hand.
"Will you to the judge relate,
...Events of fateful night?"
She told of horror, told of pain,
...As rapist sat contrite.
Questioned by two lawyers,
...Distinguished suited men,
With anguished voice and tearstained dress,
...Lived through the rape again.
"When my client left that night,
...What was his final word?"
"Bitch, would you rather live or die?"
...She said, "that's what I heard."
She raised her head, no question asked,
...did at the rapist stare,
"As I lay upon the ground,
...I said, "I do not care.""
Silence on the courtroom fell...
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 09-23-1999).]