Elf courtroom was in session,
The judge wore a robe of green,
“I’ll teach this crook a lesson,
I’ll put him away where he can’t be seen!”
Thus ranted the golden-voice prosecutor,
As in the courtroom, the prisoner stood.
“He’ll pay for being a looter.
Why he’s nothing but a hood!”
Piled high, the loot lay on a table,
Pots of gold, and shimmering emerald shamrocks,
A treasure of legend and fable,
Which the prisoner tried to hock!
An angry murmur surged through the crowd
Dressed in holiday finery. For it was St. Patrick’s Day,
And some carried signs. Their voices grew loud.
The judge pounded the gavel. “Let JUSTICE have its say!
The crowd spirited the prisoner away as he awaited trial,
To give him a taste of justice in the streets.
They took him to the countryside, beating him for a mile,
Then stripped him and dipped him in tar, shoulder deep.
The next day in court, the judge was gone and people stared, amazed,
For the gold had turned to brass and the shamrocks to trash!
Their minds in a haze, they wandered off, dazed,
To the echo of Leprechaun laughter, bold and brash!
With a sign stuck in the trash,
He who devalues the gold of justice
Shall instead reap brass!
Note: I read a news article approximately 2012 in which a crowd in the USA as I recall, actually took a man on trial and dipped him shoulder deep in tar after beating him. I was unable to find the article when I searched for it.