Plaintiff

Your Honor, I have complaints
That I need rectified
My love seems to be missing
And I ain't satisfied

As a husband I've been true
And paid well what was due
I may have slipped in the way
It was me, how she knew

Four children of my own blood
I know conception's bed
The time their development
Began, still in my head

An outcast among many
Grand child's birth kept from me
As a common criminal
Appalled at what I see

A brother among fourteen
The black sheep among all
That good that is within me
Their vote is to annul 

A church member from  my youth
Labeled a fanatic
Named a bushman by the state
Lonely my fantastic

Your Honor, I may complain
But it's to no avail
Where You lead me I will go
Death to self, my assail