Martin Robertson

Now and Then

Change Places…

The Judge was very kind.  He called her up

to sit beside him for her evidence,

spoke to her always gently, put a stop

to any funny stuff by the defence.

The deadly knife-edge of his tongue and look,

feared by so many, he concealed from her.

(He turned them on the raper in the dock

of course, but only when she was not there.)

And kind he is, loves children, keeps his hate

all for the hateful, is just what he seems,

is just, is Justice, to unrighteousness

a scourge, to injured innocence aid.  And yet

those kindly features now in her bad dreams

merge with that other frightening frightened face.