Identical DNA is the best excuse!

There has been more criminology news on the keyword "DNA" lately than biology news. Then the maniac "Elevator operator" was detained, then the accused of the murder of Politkovskaya were acquitted, then the hot Finnish police found the car thief by a drop of blood from the abdomen of a mosquito caught in the cabin, then (what science has come to!) in some Israeli town, the mayor-veterinarian decided to determine by DNA analysis what kind of dog fertilizes grass, and fine the owner…

In the last few days, another sentimental, in the manner of an Indian movie and a criminal romance, the news has been exaggerated on the Runet that due to DNA analysis, the drug dealer could not be executed (and had to be pardoned :)

In Malaysia, twin brothers escaped a death sentence by hanging for drug smuggling.One of the brothers was arrested in 2003 after the police found 166 kilograms of marijuana and almost 2 kilograms of raw opium in the house from which he had a key.

Soon a second brother arrived at the scene and was also arrested.

Neither the police nor the experts who conducted the DNA analysis were able to determine which of the brothers owned the drugs. The judge called the case unique and explained that she could not send an innocent person to death.

27-year-old Sathis and Sabarish Raj burst into tears when the judge announced that the prosecution had failed to clearly determine which of the twins was arrested first.

This story caused a great poetic resonance on the pages of the project "Poems in case".
Here are three opuses recognized as the best:

***Luke of Leyden

Not Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll;

Not a trace, not a mirror, not a clone:
My dear brother, gloomy and bright,
He is imprisoned with me.
Ah, according to a false lie,
To ease the burden of the bond
He shares this schema,
Having sealed an unshakable alliance.
Having been thrown into shackles together
We are both two and one.
How the guards look sternly
At us through a miserable window!
We are like wine and a vintner,
Like smoke and the shadow of smoke, but,
Glory and reward are not waiting for us,
We are not destined for freedom:
Judge, separating us from each other,
He will understand where the trunk is and where the vine is.
And they will flare up darkly under the sackcloth
Themis predatory eyes.

The last word
The poet SemenovIt was in China, or maybe in Taiwan

In general, two brothers lived like two drops of water.
But one was doing difficult things,
And the other was a lifeguard – he saved everyone from trouble.

But one day he got to a strange hut
And a fraer in Vietnamese sneakers hit him
"We've been waiting for you for a long time," he whispered, throwing
The key is in the kid's vest, and he turned on the siren.

Another brother, sensing trouble, came to that hut,
He opened the door and was ambushed in the hallway.
Fraer in Vietnamese sneakers – he was slightly surprised,
But "we've been waiting for you for a long time" he said again.

Here in China-Taiwan, the court is declared harsh
To reward or execute everyone according to their merits
The hero brother and the thief kid are being judged
But which of them is which? – it is impossible to decide.

So the judge got tired, and the doctors were invited,
To take DNA tests from the brothers,
But when the doctors announced the results,
The white-haired judge's hand trembled.

"Dear citizens of Taiwan-China!
You can, if necessary, shoot me,
But I will justify these guys as it is
After all, it turns out that I am their mother!"

Here, most honorable court, I am like these Chinese:
Part of me is to blame – but the other is clean.
Whatever is imputed to me, don't try to decide,
What they deserve for me is a tower or a height.

Watchman to his brother
Ishmael IshmaelevMy Lord, the arbiter of judgment!

We have multiplied your gifts.
I'm tending sheep flocks in the meadows,
my brother was growing crops peacefully.

Unhappy hearing your thunder,
I took red flowers, my brother – tuka,
and then the smoke of incense column
he ascended, as science commanded.

That smoke was pleasing to the heavens,
you gave us fun and mercy.
What did the brother do wrong? myself?
Why has everything changed?

You send the cops – as one:
uniforms, tails, horns.
Did we make heroin,
then they killed each other, the subjects.

Here before your face – two in one.
We are inseparable, into the fire of us and into the water.
Don 't tell them to brand us with a brand,
and tell them to let me go free!

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10.02.2009