Two Parents and a Squealing Pig

There once was a tiny wee child who's mum taught what's bad and what's good. Who grew to be a champion, to right wrongs wherever they could So when this person was accused, they trusted in their pride. "I have nothing to fear surely if I've got nothing to hide" Days did pass, then weeks did, and then they turned to months But still there was resolve since they'd never faltered once. Then the lawman said to them, "with charges great like that, this would be dragged out and they'd go crazy as a bat" This was not the justice that child learned to make, and they'd been taught morality, but also learned to hate. For that child had a father who taught them cruel and bad, who's teachings they'd forsaken, to be not like their dad. But backed into a corner, sneered at by those called law, the child died and what was born then threw them on the floor. Their mangled bodies, their stifled cries, too much for her to take, and now they've made the monster that they always sought to make.