You had the chance to right a wrong
To push the cause of truth along,
We all watched with expectancy,
A sign from the Judiciary
From our lowly, governed places
To the heights that try such cases.
You were not sure, when task Force sent
Who you were there to represent,
To honour Britain, truth, the crumbs
Or save your Establishment chums?
The defendants legal pack
Knew their men were on the rack;
You dropped the catch, you missed the goal,
You muffed the putt, but took the hole,
A balancer, A Hamlet Lord
Distraught beneath the scales and sword.
While parliamentarian’s honour sleep
Lord Scott was savaged by dead sheep.

September 1996