Yes I came here so
willing, was summoned to the court.
The letter told, to do
this, in cold and legal word.
With care I dressed and
brushed, from head down to my socks
gave me into their
keeping, as to the slaughter is the ox.
And as I crossed the
threshold of that gloomy courtroom door,
I clutched my many
papers, well sixty piece or more.
This was a witches
trial, the law was on their side.
I steeled myself with
valour, a modern Gothic knight.
I see them all
a-fussing, that busy courtroom throng,
with muffled voice,
politely and still it is all wrong.
And on the bench the
judge sits, solicitors and crew-
Alas, the bane of my
life, there's Jeremy the Jew!
I speak so educated, so
clearly without slur,
Address the man: ''Your
honour, well, yes, your honour, Sir''.
Alone I stand before
them, I stand here, oh my brother,
as Luther did, so help
me God, and I can do no other.
They leer at me, their
victim, mince words when it is clear,
there is no guilt on my
part, perfidious malice here!
With words they stab my
innards, with words they pierce my soul.
They build their case
against me, to trap me is their goal.
I feel myself
transported, another place and time.
My ancestor the Gothic
knight, he listens to this crime.
He shakes his mane in
anger, his flashing sword I see
and in my spirits
twilight- my Gothic ancestry.
And as they crowd
around me, the men and women hiss,
that I was born for
freedom, I was not born for this.
I hear their
spirit-marching, the tramp of many boots,
as in this gloomy
courtroom I'm thinking of my roots.
Why should I stand so
silent, so still as if in chains,
Why meekly to
surrender, my heart is wracked with pains?
Why should I take
dishonour and shame upon my head,
as silent as the little
lambs, when to their deaths are led?
So many eyes are on me,
these heroes of the past.
The slavery of Jewry,
it must, it cannot last.
Should not the women
folk around, bash pot lids with a clang
and howl in loudest
protest as if the banshees sang?
It's one of our number,
by lies and vile report
dragged from his
house's safety to stand before this court.
Oh, Gothic knight, to
battle! Lets hear your battle cry,
and shake this dusty
courtroom, yes why not, why not , why?
I never betray my
people with a kiss
it is for steadfastness I'm in a court like this.
White Woman's Anger
The Handkerchief of Benesch
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