Wednesday, May 27


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