The following blog refers to my upcoming criminal trial, with some fun with Shakespeare.
Two parties both alike in dignity,
In fair courtroom one, where we lay our scene.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal error of incompetence grows,
A single whistle blower risks her life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows,
Do with her verdict expose the opposing party’s strife.
The fearful passage of her testimonial shall prove,
And the continuance of the agency’s rage,
Which, but their career’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the ten-day trial of our stage.
Which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.