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Then from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell
It rumbled in the mountain tops, it rattled in the dell;
It struck upon the hillside and rebounded near and far;
For Marcia, mighty Marcia, was advancing to the bar.
There was ease in Marcia's manner as she stepped into her place,
There was pride in Marcia's bearing and a smile on Marcia's face;
And when responding to the cheers from near and far, No stranger in
the court could doubt 'twas Marcia at the bar.
Ten thousand eyes were on her as she smeared the Juice with dirt,
Five thousand tongues applauded when she waved the bloody shirt.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm waves on the stern and distant shore
It looked extremely rocky for the Dream Team four that day;
There was so much blood all over, with OJ's DNA.
There was this glove at Bundy and one at Rockingham.
A pallor wreathed their features as Fuhrman took the stand.
His demeanor was unshaken as Bailey lashed away,
At all the very nasty things Mark Fuhrman used to say.
Mark said he was no bigot, and that he'd never lie.
And with his truthful testimony, the Juice was sure to fry.
Then when she learned that the defense had got a lucky tip,
Defiance gleamed in Marcia's eye, a sneer curled on her lip.
It seemed that her star witness had lied upon the stand,
And had even bragged of giving the evidence a hand.
With a smile of Christian charity upon great Marcia's face;
She agreed to stipulate to Mark's comments as to race.
She signaled to Judge Ito, and once more the insults flew;
But Cochran just ignored it, and the Dream Team said, "Screw You."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, the echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Marcia and the jury pool was awed;
They saw her face grow stern and cold, as she jutted out her chin,
And they knew no way that Marcia would let the tapes get in.
The sneer is gone from Marcia's lips, her teeth're clenchedin hate,
She pounds with cruel vengeance her tongue upon her plate;
And now the judge hears the tapes, and now he lets them in,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Marcia's spin.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy in D.A.ville - mighty Marcia has struck out.
Ernest Lawrence Thayer. Modified at Krell Labs & The "Lectric Law Library
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