Echoed and streamed

Echoed and streamed

Just a little rattled by what came with the wind,
it brought the sound of someone that sinned.
Screaming about what she couldn’t have committed,
telling lies about what evidence was submitted.
Blaming a figment of imaginations making,
none of her lies were being seriously taken.
Screaming threats about taking the judges head,
trying to indicate that she can make anyone dead.
Came down a big bang by the judges gavel,
it was meant to stop her as she unravelled.
Instead, it inflamed her ongoing rage,
moving and yelling as if on a theatres stage.
In came the police to grab her and tackle,
pulled away she was spit masked and shackled.
Now the wind echoes the days screams,
along a trade wind to the westerly streams.