"Now, this supposed to be The trial of Emmanuel Zechariah Zechipaul Adolfus James, and Lord Grabandflee So listen carefully all you juries"
"Your honor, may I introduce myself?"
"Yes you may"
"My name is Lord Defender May I speak on behalf of my clients?"
"Yes you may"
"Well, I don't think it's fair To sentence these men to five hundred years"
"Are you suggesting that I'm unfair?"
"No, your honor, but as you see They are from a poor generation Having no education, no qualification So they are driven to desperation Can't get a job, they have been forced to rob I'm not suggesting that they should But as you know, a hungry man is an angry one So give them a chance, your honor, please Think it over, before you throw them over Please give them a break, to mend their mistake Your honor, as you already know that robbery was from creation For it was robbery that befall the black nation Our ancestors once ruled this world and all its gold But now we are poor, who stole the gold? Your honor, could you answer me that question? If you can't, then there must be silent teeth As well as and wailing thiefs So please think it over, your honor, before you throw them over Give them a break, to mend their mistake".