Fact
The eyes of the witness
Look at her straight
In her eyes
There is no blinking
There is the silence of the
Majestic Pond
and then when asked
She raised her arm
Point her Finger
and said
' Yes, it is him! '
And then she elaborated
About the Truth
In exhaustive details
And then she stood up
And walked her way out
From the Witness stand of the Room
All her loads
Discarded.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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