Courting the issue

On a lark,
questions and answers were flung.
Cornered into this position,
the defense spurned.
Pleas, alibis and motives ran amok.
Robbed of its clothes,
Truth relinquished its stand.
The dregs of a moulded reality remained.
When Conviction cried foul,
the assembly laughed.
Hypocrisy bellowed, “Order in the court”
And justice prevailed.