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Apr 2013
Started as a DEBate, oh wait
Wasn't going so well, I could tell
Needed a mirACLE.  This debacle.

There was the brandishing of threats, overheated bets,
Words and gestures exchanged, faces promised to be,"rearranged"
Physical constraint, did taint the purity and value, we became estranged

Crime and punishment, was the lament
"capital", thought one side, with pride
MERCY was preferred, as a key word.

By the others, "Sisters and brothers of

Law 11",  the assignment was to DEBATE the lives and fate
of the criminal few who did the deed, do we accede?
It almost got out of control, peace took a hit on the atoll.

The teacher knew as animosity grew, there might about to
be a major crime which would mean to call out the law,
He called it "A draw" and "we'll let Parliament decide!"

In the end no one got hurt, save their pride, the teacher
himself said "it was a miracle, that the debate, did not
descend into a debacle".  But to this day, there are some,
not in our class or the court of public opinion, but where
it really matters, think that this scatters to the four winds
justice.


DWE 2013-04-03
Circa 1976-77
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
654
   Jodi, st64 and bex
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