A new dispensation, 

The parole board

Chastises sin –

O so maudlin,

And not one word

Of explanation. 

On high, the sly one

Unlines his face,

Is pro bono. Careful!

Guilt is fearful

Of any legal waste,

Costs bloat, pile on.

The evidence was  thin-

They’d caught him 

With the very rock

In hand, he’d had his pick

Of brick or hymn –

‘The Lord looked down on him’.

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