Testimony - a free verse poem by Walk In Verse (WIV)

A man arose with a testimony so cold,
About soundbites recorded last night,

“A man and his friend butchered a man,
over a scrip for land.”

And now they sit with blood on their hands
With their faces faded to white.

For the noose awaits
… Without — a specified date.

Testimony by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

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