Times of uncertainty

What say you now, before the crowd, for these most heinous crimes. You're a wretched sort, to face this court, in most uncertain times. A capital charge, against your heart, for loving all who live. It's against the law, to serve your God, to sacrifice or give. Hear me judge, for I will never budge, not an inch or mile long. For when I die, you'll hear them cry, and remember me in song. I accept your charge, against my heart, all I did was offer food. For the hungry, broke, and weary, can still find a use for good. Do you understand, standing before your peers. You broke our rules, now seem a fool, I propose a sentence here. Twenty five, not short of one, with all the reason to fear. For a would be hood, does not as he should, which is simply to avert his gaze. Instead you helped, those meager welps, find some further days. It's the interest of all, to see them fall, and build upon their bones. For we cannot gain, while they remain, sleeping around our homes. Hear me again, oh dishonored bench, were it simply up to you. Not a single face would sit, the jury and its pews. I did no wrong, I yield none, and I'll fight you till the end. For I am one, knows right from wrong, who's knee will never bend. I plead guilty, most accursed court, take me as I am. But know that I'm a lion, to be slaughtered as a lamb. What say ye now, oh jurious crowd, the defendant has had his chance. What motion carry, to find you merry, did his words change your stance. Or is he guilty, traitorous and filthy, render me verdict now, and remember as you do what verdict pleases the crown. The jury bickers, amongst itself, and finally one does stand. She's old, and weak, and frail, and looks upon this man. By power of the people, we see you just, now release him as you should. For all will know a feeble day, and wish a Robin Hood....